Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“Shit,” she whispered. “This is crazy.”
“Want me to stop?” It might kill him, but he’d do it.
“No. No, no, no. Never stop.” She punctuated the words by squeezing his finger with her inner muscles.
“Want me to give you more?”
“Yesss.”
He worked a second finger into her. The way she bit her lip and arched her back made him groan. Her hard nipples made his mouth water for a taste. “Goddamn, those tits are lethal,” he said before closing his mouth over one fabric-covered tit.
His eyes nearly rolled back in his head.
“Oh, Jesus,” Brenna said, echoing his thoughts. “This is insane. Oh, God, it feels so good. Please don’t stop.”
Her answer was the scrape of his teeth over her nipple as he fucked her with his fingers. Brenna moved with him, working her hips on his digits like she’d die if she didn’t get to the finish line soon. He’d love to take his time. To pull his hand out and listen to her cry of dismay, make her beg before he worked her up all over again, but the need to watch her come was sharper than anything he’d ever felt. It was stronger than any drug craving ever to hit him.
“I love your mouth on me,” she whispered, so he sucked harder, cursing the cloth that kept him from getting the whole feel of her taut nipple on his tongue.
He finger-fucked her until sweat dotted her forehead, her eyes went glassy, and her face flushed. Her warm arousal coated his hand and made it easy for him to play with her from the inside out. Each time he crooked his fingers, she mewled like a happy cat. He fucking loved that sound and wanted to listen to it on repeat.
“Lock,” she said, sucking in large pulls of air. “Lock, I’m close.”
Fuck yes. He lifted his head to watch her face as he snuck a third finger into her. The way her eyes popped wide had his dick leaking in his boxer briefs. She snapped her legs closed, trapping his hand as she rode his fingers with abandon until she shouted and trembled like the floor was quaking beneath them.
“Holy fuck,” she whispered. Her head thunked against the wall, then whipped side to side.
Lock fingered her until her body went slack, and her eyes slowly opened. He chuckled at the dazed expression on her face. “You’re come-drunk as fuck.”
“Mm,” she said with a sloppy grin. “You have no idea.”
With a grunt, he withdrew his fingers from her body, earning a sexy pout for his efforts.
“I like them there,” she whispered. “Feels good.”
His cock jumped.
Damn her.
He lifted his dripping fingers to her mouth and smeared her wetness over her lips before capturing her jaw between his fingers. “You’re going to be the fucking death of me,” he whispered before he slammed his lips to hers, gathering up every ounce of her flavor with a sloppy kiss. He even licked across her jaw where his fingers had been, then cleaned his hand as she stared with a shocked expression.
A sharp cry drew their attention to Caleb’s door.
“Oh no, we woke him,” Brenna said.
He kissed her again. “I’ll settle him. It’s still early so he’ll probably go back to sleep for a bit. Don’t fucking go anywhere.”
She nodded, so he kissed her one more time. Then again. And a final time. They could pick up where they left off as soon as he got Caleb sleeping again. There wasn’t anything he wanted more than to slide his cock into the tight pussy his fingers had just become acquainted with.
But when he returned to the hall a few moments later, Brenna was nowhere to be found. Her room was empty, her suitcase gone, and her car missing from the driveway.
If not for the scent of sex lingering in the hallway, he’d have worried he’d dreamed up the hottest encounter of his life. But it had happened, and she’d left. All he had now was the hard-on from hell he’d have to take care of himself.
Lock sighed. This was probably for the best.
Brenna wasn’t meant for his world.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“GOOD AFTERNOON, MARLENE, it’s Brenna. I just wanted to confirm tomorrow’s delivery of the Contemporary Farmhouse armoire.”
She paused, drumming her fingers on her desk while she tapped her toe. The usual two cups of coffee she pounded before feeling human weren’t necessary that morning despite a horrendous night’s sleep. Anxious energy had her buzzing more than if she’d drunk an entire pot of the liquid gold.
“Yes, the address is 4722 Crescent Avenue in Lithia.” Nodding along, she jotted down the delivery window Marlene rattled off. “Between ten a.m. and two p.m. Excellent. The homeowner will be there to meet the delivery truck. Thanks, Marlene. You’re the best. Mm-hmm, you too,” she finished, wishing the woman a great day as well.