Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
But the moment they were, all thoughts flew out of my head.
Actually, no.
That wasn’t entirely true.
All rational thoughts flew out of my head.
There were still plenty of thoughts in my head right then though.
About those lips and that tongue on my breasts, teasing my nipples into hardened peaks. About them between my thighs again, creating that delicious sensation, driving me up and through a mind-blowing orgasm.
Even though it hadn’t exactly been a part I’d enjoyed, for some reason, the ache between my thighs demanded fulfillment too, some part of me wanting him inside me again.
His tongue had moved inside to claim mine, making my mind go kind of fuzzy so that when I felt his hand reach for my wrist wallet, I really wasn’t even processing what was happening.
It wasn’t until his tongue retreated and his lips pulled from mine for a second that I understood what he was going for.
My keycard.
“Number,” he demanded before nipping my lower lip between his teeth, just shy of actual pain. “The fucking room number, baby,” he growled, grinding his hips against the juncture of my thighs, making me fully aware of his hard cock.
Some part of me knew it was a bad idea, was begging me to grab the keycard back from him, to rush back downstairs and get Nyx.
The other part, though, was a damned traitor.
“Three-twenty-three.”
With that, his lips were on me again, numbing any further objections that might have been forming in my mind.
His free hand slipped down my leg then slid inward, inching up under the hem of my dress.
I knew that was supposed to be the moment I pushed him away, I told him no.
If for no other reason than we were in a hotel hallway.
Anyone could walk out of their room or exit the elevator at any time. On top of that, there were cameras everywhere. We could be giving some security guys in the basement a show.
I knew I needed to stop him.
But the next thing I knew, his hand was pressing between my thighs, meeting my pussy since I’d forgone the panties like Nyx had suggested.
His lips ripped from mine, making my lashes flutter open to find him looking down at me with heavy-lidded, but molten eyes, as his fingers traced up my slick cleft to find my clit.
The slamming of an inside door—likely a bathroom—seemed to break through the spell I felt wrapped up in.
“Jass…” I whispered, watching as his eyes brightened at his real name. “Someone could…” I started.
I didn’t even get the words out.
One second, I was pinned to the wall with a hand between my legs.
The next, his arm was around my waist, tucking me in at his side as he strode down to my door, fiddled with the key, then moved us inside.
The card was tossed inward somewhere, instantly forgotten, because I found myself slammed back against the closed door.
And Jass was going down on his knees in front of me.
My brain couldn’t even compute what was happening before my skirt was up, my leg was cocked outward and pinned to the door, and his lips were sucking on my throbbing clit.
My legs jerked at the sudden sensation, nearly threatening to give out on me, making my hands slam down on his shoulders for support as his tongue started to work me in light, quick circles.
It wasn’t long before one of my hands was crushing the back of his skull, holding him to me as he drove me up higher and higher.
His hand moved between us, one finger moving inside me, then another, thrusting lightly at first, then turning, and just pressing hard against my G-spot for a long minute.
Then, as I got closer and closer, tapping gently as his tongue continued its sweet torment.
“Jass…” I whimpered, my whole body going tense as I teetered on that edge.
But before I could even figure out what I was going to say, I flew over it, fell down into the nothingness below, leaving me crying out as my body shook through the orgasm that wiped my mind completely blank, that had me panting for breath even after it subsided.
Jass pulled against my hold, getting back onto his feet, his head ducking so his lips could tease up the side of my neck.
“Been fucking dreaming about tasting you,” he rumbled in my ear, making my belly do a flip-flop at his words. “You’re so fucking sweet,” he added before his teeth nipped the lobe of my ear, making my body jerk at the unexpected sensation.
“You’ve been thinking about it too,” he told me as his hand slid down my chest, tracing the cut-out between my breasts, then slipping under the material that stayed in place with just hopes and prayers.
A shiver moved through me as his hand closed over the swell of my breast.
“So fucking sensitive,” he told me, and the words sounded like praise as fore and middle fingers created a little V and stroked up the sides of my nipple. “Tell me you’ve been thinking about me,” he demanded, voice rough. “Tell me,” he demanded again when I hesitated, too distracted at the way my body was so needy again already.