Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
I could feel the heat of his body.
His heady woodsmoke and cigar scent was overpowering my senses, making my thoughts thick and slow as my gaze slipped helplessly to his lips.
I saw the intention flash before his eyes just a moment before his hand was lifting, sliding around my neck to grab the back, then pulling me flush against him.
My breath caught at the feel of his hard lines against my softer ones.
The heat in his eyes was warm enough to melt whatever was left of my reservations just a second before his head ducked and his lips landed on mine.
It was achingly slow at first. A brush. Soft, testing, teasing.
But then his arm slid around my lower back, holding onto me more firmly, and the kiss deepened, his mouth got more insistent, lips parting over mine, coaxing more from me.
A small sound escaped my throat, and he took it as the encouragement it was. He tilted back my head to fully claim my mouth.
The world around us, the worries inside of me, all fell away. I could feel nothing but the nearness of him, could think of nothing else but the desire blooming through my system.
Rico’s fingers slid up, threading into my hair, holding onto me more firmly.
I pressed closer, feeling his heartbeat race in time with mine.
Every brush of his lips or sweep of his tongue felt like a slow-building fire that threatened to consume the both of us completely.
As his mouth moved from mine, tracing a line across my jaw, a shiver moved down my spine. His lips found that sensitive little spot just under my ear, his breath warm on my skin, making a small sigh escape me.
“Tell me no,” he murmured. A demand, a plea.
“I can’t,” I whispered back as I arched against him, my hand sliding up his side, then wrapping around the back of his neck as my lips claimed his again.
If this was the way I was going to burn, I wanted him to light me up. I wanted to dance in the flames with him until there was nothing left but embers and ashes.
For just once, for just this moment, I was going to get exactly what I wanted.
I could feel any reservations leaving Rico as he crushed me to him, as he turned us, then reached down, grabbing me, lifting me, and depositing me down on the top of the desk.
He moved between my thighs as his lips pressed harder, demanded more, claimed everything.
My good hand was digging into his shoulder as he pulled my legs around him until I crossed my ankles, holding onto him.
He pushed closer, his hardness against the heat of me, making a moan escape my lips as I rocked shamelessly against him.
A deep rumble moved through Rico, vibrating into my chest, leaving trembles in its wake as my lips got hotter and hungrier on his.
Rico’s hands slid down my sides, sinking into my hips, using them to rock me against his hardness, fanning the flames inside of me as he drove me up.
But his jeans and my pants were too thick, too restrictive, making a low grumble escape me as the pleasure felt just out of my grasp.
Rico’s lips spread to a smile against mine before they fully broke away.
“No,” I whimpered as he pulled against my legs, against their hold of him.
“Shh,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my swollen lips as he moved back.
Reaching down, he grabbed my legs, tilting them up until I had no choice but to lower fully back against the desk.
His hands went between us then, grabbing the waistbands of my pants and panties and starting to pull.
My feet pressed into his stomach to use him as leverage to push up, allowing him to slide the material off of my ass, then down my hips.
The cool air washed across my overheated skin.
Anticipation shivered through me as he freed me, as his fingers teased the bare skin of my ankles then calves. Then he was grabbing my knees, pulling, spreading them wide for him.
My core tightened as his fingers teased up my inner thighs, as they drifted across the triangle above my sex.
Then, eyes holding mine, his fingers traced up my cleft; the barely-there touch making my inner thighs shake as desire surged.
Rico’s eyes warmed as his thumb found my clit, teasing it with whisper-soft circles until I was writhing and whimpering for more.
Only then did his fingers slip downward and press inside of me.
I nearly fell apart just then as my back arched and a low, deep moan escaped me.
“That’s a good fucking sound,” Rico said, his voice a sexy rumble with his own need.
Then there was no more talking, no more teasing, no more taking it slow.
The need became this overpowering thing, stealing everything but the end to the torment coiled in my lower stomach.