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)
“Fuck, baby! That’s what you were worried about?”
“Um. Yeah.”
“Then let me put your mind at ease right now. Remember how I worked your clit with my finger this morning and you fell apart in my arms?”
“Kind of hard to forget.”
“Well, did you forget how I brought my finger to my mouth to lick off your arousal?”
Shoot. She had actually forgotten that.
“And it was delicious. You are delicious. Now, get back into position. I want another taste.”
A shiver ran through her as she moved. This time, she spread her legs as ordered, and the look of satisfaction on his face made her feel amazing.
Gooey and powerful at the same time.
She was letting Steven get to her, and she was sick of having him in her head. Messing with her life.
“Baby, stop thinking.”
“Sorry,” she whispered. “I was just thinking I’m sick of Steven being in my head.”
“Well, another place he doesn’t belong is in our bed.”
Our bed.
She liked the sound of that.
“I like that.”
“Me too, baby. And what I’d like just as much is to eat you out in this bed. To hear you make those sexy cries in this bed.”
“When you give me a back massage?” she asked.
He shook his head, grinning. “Nope.” Then he proceeded to kiss his way up her leg to her pussy. He placed a kiss at the top of her slit, and she moaned.
“You’re such a tease,” she told him.
“You love it.”
“I don’t! I think I want a man that gets straight to it.”
“You don’t want a man who goes straight to it.”
Urgh. It was annoying that he could read her mind so easily. She also kind of loved it. What could she say? She was a contradiction.
“Raid. Please.”
“I love it when you beg.”
He must have really loved it. Because he set about making her beg for the next ten minutes. He played with her. His tongue flicked her clit before sliding lower to play with her entrance.
Staring down at the dark head between her legs, she could hardly believe this was her life. Raid Malone was eating her out. While she sat on his bed. Wearing his T-shirt.
She’d noticed that he hadn’t tried to remove it. Did he not want to see what was underneath?
Stop it, Hannah!
Don’t ruin this moment.
Raid must have decided he was done teasing, because he moved his tongue back to her clit and flicked it until she screamed as she came. It was the orgasm to end all orgasms.
The one that would never be beaten. She was sure of it.
As she came back down, she was aware of him shifting her. Spooning her from behind as she lay on her side. But she didn’t care what he did to her right then.
She was in happy-happy land.
The place where bad things could not penetrate. Not that being held by Raid was ever a bad thing.
“You okay, baby?” He was holding her tight as though he thought she might float away.
“Uh-uh.”
“You kind of went somewhere else for a while, didn’t you?”
“Happy-happy land,” she said in a dreamy voice.
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“Best place in the world.” She wished she could stay there, but she was feeling the drop already. Her mind was becoming clearer. The endorphins were fading.
She’d never reached happy-happy land except at Saxon’s with a few Doms she’d played with. Never once with Steven, that was for sure.
As she came down, she started trembling slightly. Fuck. Sub-drop. It wasn’t a huge drop. She’d only really been skating the edge of subspace. But it was enough to make her feel shaky.
“Hannah?”
“I need the bathroom,” she said, trying to break free.
“Hannah, stay still.”
Panic clawed at her as the feeling of being trapped hit her.
This is Raid. This is Raid.
“Please loosen your hold.”
Something in her voice must have clued him in because his arms loosened immediately as he swore quietly.
Hannah immediately rolled to the side of the bed.
“Hannah, stop.”
There was such command in his voice that she froze, sitting at the edge of the bed.
“I don’t want to trap you to me and scare you. Although I hope like hell that you realize I would never hurt you.”
“I do. I’m sorry.” Shoot. Had she hurt him?
“Don’t say sorry. Not for anything he’s done. I’m moving in behind you. I won’t hold you tight, but I need to touch you.”
“I need the bathroom.”
“No, you don’t.”
“You know, being bossy isn’t a nice trait to have.”
“You love it.”
Grr. His mind-reading abilities were very annoying.
Then he sat behind her, his legs surrounding hers, his arms lightly around her.
And she remembered that those annoying traits were also the best part of him. Because he seemed to know just what she needed without her asking.
“What’s going on? What just happened?”
“Sub-drop.”
He tensed. “I sent you into subspace?”
She hunched over, embarrassed. He had no experience of this. What if he thought her weird?
“Stop thinking,” he growled at her.