Going Down Hard, In Too Deep, Taking It Slow (Lucas Cousins #1-3) Read Online Jordan Marie

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Lucas Cousins Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 177690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 888(@200wpm)___ 711(@250wpm)___ 592(@300wpm)
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“And the kissing and the touching we’ve been doing. You like that too, don’t you Hope?”

“I think you already know the answer to that.”

“A man likes to hear if he makes his woman happy,” he responds, his voice dropping down into a graveled whisper that feels like it could melt me from the inside out.

“Aden. I’m not sure we should—”

“We’re not going to, honey,” he answers before I can finish my thought. I swallow down the disappointment I feel at his answer. It’s good we’re not going to have sex. It is.

“What are we doing then?” I ask, when his hand moves to the spaghetti strap on my camisole.

“I’m going to make you feel good. That’s all, I promise,” he says gently as his fingers trace down my arm, moving across my collarbone, and then further down, raking against my nipple which is pushing against the fabric. It’s a familiar game that we’ve been playing—especially the last week, but the fact that we’re both lying in the bed changes everything.

He spends time tweaking my nipple, before his hand travels to my waist.

“I’m still not sure this is a good idea,” I whisper, as his fingers gather the end of my camisole and then he’s pulling it over my head. I don’t fight him though. I see the heat and the need in his eyes. The same need that has been shining in them the last few days. The same need that I figure is reflected in mine.

“How about you let me show you just what a good idea this is, Hope?” he whispers, his gaze is focused on my breasts. I don’t answer. Before I can, his lips are on my nipple and he has it captured between his teeth. When he pulls on it and then sucks it into his mouth, I know I’m lost.

thirty-six

aden

I hope I’m not pushing this too soon, but the truth is, I’m getting blue balls sleeping on the fucking couch every night and imagining Hope in here alone, in the bed… I don’t know exactly what my damage was before. I’m praying to God she is exaggerating on all the details she’s given me. Either way, I know without a shadow of a doubt that I want her and I need to make her mine.

I undress her slowly, mostly because I can feel the nerves she keeps fighting. She’s as nervous as a deer being spotted out in the open by a hunter. Then again, that’s exactly what I feel like.

A hunter.

Here to inspect her body, find the weakest spots to make my target with only one thought on my mind.

To completely take her over.

I finally get her shirt over her head, and I may not remember having women before her—or even having her, but cognitively I know that I’ve seen women nude before. Right now, however, I can’t imagine ever seeing anything more beautiful than Hope, lying here with her shirt off, pajama pants on, and her hair mussed against the pillow.

“Aden, this is a bad idea. We don’t really know each other. I mean we do, but what we know isn’t exactly good. It’s all new really. This being the new you, and me basically being a new me,” she rattles, and I find myself grinning.

“Babe,” I laugh. “Shut it.”

“Shut it?” she gasps.

“Exactly.”

“I’m just explaining why we shouldn’t do this,” she pouts.

“And I said we weren’t going all the way—”

“But—”

“I want to make you feel good, but if you keep arguing with me. I’m going to find other things to do with that mouth.”

“Aden—”

“And if I do that, I can’t be responsible for what comes next. A man only has so much willpower.”

“This is me, shutting it,” she murmurs.

“Good girl.”

I smile when I feel her body shudder against me. The strangest feeling pops in my head. It’s a small voice that tells me it’s never been like this before, that Hope is special. Strange, because I can’t remember anything before Hope—even the times we’ve had together. But, maybe my body just remembers.

“We need to make a rule,” I whisper against her skin as I kiss along her shoulder, letting my teeth rake gently against the skin.

“What kind of rule?” she gasps. My hand palms one of her tits, kneading it. It overfills my hand and it’s so fucking soft I ache to bury my face between them, my tongue… my dick.

I hum against her nipple, before wrapping my tongue around it. It’s a pale pink in color and the nipple is large… it’s fucking beautiful. Big enough my teeth can clamp down on it, pull it roughly in my mouth and then suck hard enough that I can feel it throb against my tongue. Her body lifts toward me, jerking as my finger teases her other nipple—not wanting it to be lonely.

“No getting in our bed with clothes on,” I rumble, once I release her nipple with a popping noise that seems extra loud in the room. I bite against the bottom of the fleshy globe and suck, knowing there will be a bruise there in the morning.



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