Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
He watched her in rapture, his hand rising and falling around his hard length. When she was done, she dipped her finger into the chocolate, her gaze rooted to his, full of fire. She dragged the chocolate-covered digit around one of her nipples before going back for more. Then around the second. She painted a little trail down the middle of her stomach before dabbing chocolate between her thighs, the area completely clean shaven.
“You wanted to taste?” she said, dropping her knees a little wider. “Or would you prefer to dip and let me suck? The chocolate is a little hot, but it’s nothing—”
He pushed between her thighs immediately, holding her knees as he licked the chocolate from her body. She dropped her head back, moaning, before running her finger through the chocolate waterfall again and sucking the contents off.
He rolled his tongue around the peak of first one breast and then the other, not wanting her to be sticky but not wanting to waste too much time there. He couldn’t.
He took to her like a starving man, licking and sucking between her thighs before taking in the bundle of nerves and making her cry out in pleasure. He worked her with his fingers, too, the pace fast, almost frenzied. She gyrated into his face, fist in his hair.
“Mm, yes, baby,” she said, a goddess on the kitchen counter, arching back.
He kept at it in the way she liked, taking her to bliss in the fastest way possible. She tensed, her breasts heaving. Then she cried out his name, shuddering against him.
He bent over her and wrapped an arm around her waist. Without effort, he pulled her to him and stood, walking quickly to the couch and laying her down. He was between her thighs in a flash, threading himself into her body in one hard motion.
She yelped and then moaned, clutching his body between her legs. He captured her lips while pounding into her. She reached between them, massaging herself as he thrust deeper and deeper. Her hips rolled, taking him higher, making him hit all the places she needed.
The climax came all of a sudden. He groaned as she shook against him, her moan caught by his kiss. She pulled her hand back and wrapped her arms around his neck, the kiss turning languid and content. He loved the way she acted just after being satisfied, her movements turning silky and her devotion to him cresting.
“Now we can try dipping and sucking,” he murmured against her lips.
TWELVE
Jessie
I sat on the balcony outside of Austin’s bedroom, sipping coffee in a bathrobe, looking out at the scarecrow trees of the coming winter.
Correction, my bedroom. He wanted to move me in! As much as I could be moved in, anyway.
I could see why he hadn’t had time to sit down and hammer out the details. I couldn’t leave Ivy House, since my protection and my people were there, and he’d go crazy if he had to stay there all the time. Maybe even most of the time. It would be a big adjustment, and I didn’t fault him for dragging his feet.
But he wanted to spend forever with me! To share a house with me. To create a home.
How had this not hit me properly until now?
I’d known our bond was permanent and mating was forever, but something about the situation hadn’t translated for me because of my Jane upbringing and way of thinking. Until last night, I hadn’t properly realized the permanence of our situation.
Butterflies swarmed my belly. I wanted to show this new life off. I wanted to show him off.
I picked up my phone and took a selfie in the bathrobe and then a pic of the view. I added the caption, “View from the new house! We’re moving in together!” with a heart emoji.
Then I hesitated. That felt a little presumptuous. What if Austin didn’t want people to know just yet?
“Hey babe…” he said, leaning out.
His messy bedhead and glimmering cobalt eyes revved me up again. We’d been at it all night, only getting a little bit of sleep. I should’ve been well sated, but he was so hot with that deep voice, the muscular, cut chest and…
Well, I was easy to arouse, it seemed.
His eyes heated, reading me.
“Shower?” he asked. “Then we need to head out to the winery so you can give feedback on the tasting room.”
“The winery… Like the real winery—oh, is this okay to post?” I showed him the would-be post, trying to squish my embarrassment over broadcasting something like that.
“The tasting room in the estate winery, not the space downtown.” He bent to read the post, and his eyes softened. “Of course it is. You don’t need to ask.”
I shrugged, sending it out into the world. “Old habits, as they say…” I crinkled my brow as I glanced at my account. There was a post from last night with a few pictures from the BBQ, namely the setup and a couple of Austin and me, one from a distance when he was feeding me a bite.