Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 111359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
More shocked silence.
“Have I killed you?”
All of a sudden, he threw his head back and started laughing. She wasn’t sure she liked that. But then she thought about what she’d said.
It was pretty funny.
“I’m such a dork.”
“You’re a lot of things, baby. You’re cute and you’re funny, but you’re not a dork. Though apparently, you like anal.”
Dear Lord.
Kill her now.
“How about we work our way up to that, yeah?”
Well . . . she wasn’t sure about that. She felt like she’d been lusting after Raid Malone for a long time. This morning had just been a taste, and while she maybe wasn’t ready for the entire she-bang, Hannah thought she wanted some more of what she’d had this morning.
Okay, so maybe they did have to work their way up to anal.
“Come here,” he ordered.
She shook her head.
To her surprise, instead of bossing her around again, he slid over to her and pulled her onto his lap.
“Baby, we’ll get there. No rush.”
She nodded. She guessed not. “Does that mean no eating me out?”
“Oh no, we’re doing that. Unless . . . have you got any triggers around that?”
“Oh no, Steven never gave me oral sex. He demanded it all the time. In fact, that’s why he punished me once. Because I wouldn’t go down on him. But I had a sore throat, because I was getting a cold. He didn’t talk to me all day and then sent a message saying he was going to the club without me.”
“Fucking bastard.”
“Yeah. I really like giving blow jobs, don’t get me wrong. It’s just I don’t want to be ordered to give them when I feel like crap.”
“We need to stop talking about Steven now,” he said in a low voice.
She stared up at him. “Probably a good idea. We should talk about something nicer.”
“Like you sitting back with your legs spread and raised, and me eating you out?”
Yikes.
“Um, I, uh . . . I could give you a blow job!”
She didn’t know why she was suddenly so nervous. Wasn’t this what she wanted?
“Baby.”
“Yeah?”
“Stop thinking so much.”
“That’s easier said than done. Sometimes I can’t shut it off.”
“Is that what happened this afternoon when you were meant to be napping?”
“Um, yeah. I can’t seem to turn my brain off.”
“All right. Well, let’s see if I can.” And he kissed her.
Holy. Heck.
The man could kiss. Immediately, her mind went to mush. Her body heated. She grabbed hold of him, wanting more. His hand drifted up her thigh, moving slowly. She knew he was giving her a chance to pull back.
To say no.
But that wasn’t happening.
By the time he cupped her pussy with his hand, she was squirming, needing more.
Who knew that Raid could be such a tease?
He drew his mouth away from hers.
“Please,” she begged.
“What do you want, baby?”
“Please. I need . . . I need . . .”
“What do you need? Be a good girl and tell me.”
She tensed slightly, but only for a second. Because at that moment, his finger brushed her clit, and she gasped, her hips thrusting up.
“I need to come!”
“And how do you want to come? With my finger on your clit? Or my tongue?”
Lord. Help. Her.
What had she done to deserve this? Whatever she had . . . she was glad that she did.
35
“Tell me, Hannah,” he urged.
“Tongue. Please.”
“What a good girl you are to tell me what you want. Now, I want you to get into position. Panties off. Sitting up, lean against the headboard. Legs spread wide and up.”
She was grateful that he was taking charge. Slipping off her panties, she got into position. Although she couldn’t bring herself to spread her legs.
Maybe she should have showered.
Perhaps there was a reason Steven hadn’t wanted to go down on her.
Oh God. What if this was an awful experience for Raid?
“Hannah, breathe. Whoa. Just breathe. Look at me. Everything is all right. Just keep breathing.”
“Shit. Rats. Sorry.”
“Hey, there’s nothing to be sorry about. If you’re not ready, that’s fine. You only have to say so, baby. I’m not going to force you to do anything you’re not ready to do.”
“But I am ready!” she cried. “I hate that he’s taken this from me. I hate it!”
“Darlin’, he hasn’t taken anything. It’s just hidden for a while. Buried deep. But we’re going to uncover it. I promise.” He drew her onto his lap.
“I started thinking.”
“That was your first mistake.”
She snorted. “No, Steven was my first mistake.”
He tightened his hold on her. “Baby, that wasn’t your fault. He’s done this before.”
And then he went on to do it to someone else.
“What were you thinking?” he asked.
“What if you don’t like it?”
“What?” He moved back slightly so he could stare down at her. “What do you mean, what if I don’t like it?”
“What if you don’t like doing that to me? You might not. I might . . . I might taste terrible.”