Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“Now let’s focus on that. Right there,” he says, rocking back and forth in short bursts right against that secret place inside me.
The feeling is torture of the sweetest kind, and it’s like I’m being branded from the inside out.
“Royce. Oh shit.” I grab his arms and dig my nails into his skin. Somewhere in the back of my mind I hear him encouraging it, telling me to mark him.
The slow, steady thrusts right on that one spot have my eyes closing tight and sweat breaking out all over my body.
“I’m going to come right there.” He thrusts against it, and I cry out.
My body shakes, and I scream as the orgasm ignites in my blood and sends pleasure to every inch of my body. My fingers and toes feel like they’re on fire, and I nearly collapse onto the bed.
But Royce holds me tight, and I feel heat between my legs as his seed spills inside me. The two of us combined spread on the insides of my thighs, and I can feel every pulse of his cock as he gives me more.
His orgasm triggers another wave of pleasure between my legs, and his fingers slow their steady thrum. My gasps of breath have slowed down, and my heartbeat is beginning to return to normal.
His lips kiss my shoulder, and I can feel him smile against me. “Mine,” he says, and hugs his arms around my body.
A wave of exhaustion hits me as he lays me down on the bed and spoons in beside me. There’s a blanket pulled over us, and his strong arms keep me safe. I’ve never felt more at peace in my life, and I snuggle against him.
“Get some sleep, baby. You’re going to need it.”
Chapter 10
Pandora
Kisses rain down my spine and slowly wake me. I look over my shoulder to see Royce’s lips lingering in places before he moves to the next spot. This is the second time he’s woken me up with his mouth. The first was with him between my legs. He ate me until I came and I fell asleep again.
“We gotta go, baby,” he says against my skin, but makes no room to move.
“Hmm,” I mumble, wanting to fall back on the pillow, but I like watching him kiss me.
“I don’t want to move from this bed,” I admit. I glance over to the window and see that the sun has already set.
“I have a fight tonight,” he says before he gives me a long lick up my spine. “I feel like I’ve been waiting to get you in my bed since forever.”
His words make me smile. “We’ve known each other maybe two weeks,” I tease, rolling over.
He comes down on top of me, his big body blanketing mine. I reach up and run my finger along his lips. He smiles at me. That perfect smile that always drives me crazy. I lean up and kiss his dimple.
“I thought it would take me months to turn you into a cuddler,” he says. It’s then I notice that I wrapped my arms and legs around him. I’m pretty sure I slept on top of him, too, for most our nap.
I want to say something smartass about it, but I just hold tighter to him and bury my face in his neck. I want this. I don’t know why I’ve been fighting it. It feels good to be wrapped around it. It feels like where I belong.
Before I know what’s happening, we’re moving. I hear the twist of knobs, then warm water hits my body. I pull back to look at Royce. He takes my mouth in a soft kiss before placing me on my feet.
“You really have a fight tonight?” I’m torn between wanting to see him in action again and wanting to crawl on top of his naked body.
“Yeah,” he says, putting soap on his hands and rubbing my body to clean me. It’s so natural and intimate. For some reason, jealousy shoots through me at the thought of him doing this with someone else. “What’s the face for, babe?”
“Nothing,” I lie, not wanting to tell him what I’m thinking.
He leans down and places a kiss below my ear. “Don’t do that. Don’t put those walls up,” he says.
“Do you have a lot of women in here?” I finally bring myself to say. I want to do this, and I know if I do, I need to be open, say what I’m thinking and not hide or act like I don’t care when I really do.
That smile spreads on his face. “I’ll smack you,” I tell him.
I raise my eyebrows at him, but then his face grows serious. He leans down, cupping my face in his big hands.
“No,” he says simply, and I can see the truth on his face. “I’ve never been serious with someone before. For a while I thought something might be wrong with me. I didn’t have an interest in women, or even men, for that matter. I felt nothing. But then you walked into my life, and I knew. I just hadn’t found my woman yet. I found the one who challenges me and makes me feel things I’ve never felt.”