Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
When I turned to head toward the stairwell, he didn’t let go of my hand. Instead, he dragged me toward the elevator and pressed the button.
“I’m not getting on that thing. I already told you I’m—”
But before I could finish that statement, his lips were on mine, and the door had opened.
Vance shifted us inside the small space, bunching my skirt as he pinned me against the wall. The elevator closed, and his lips went to my throat, teeth raking my neck while he groaned the word fuck. “I want you so bad, Blake.”
And I wanted him, too. I fisted his hair, grabbing and groping his body with my other hand as the elevator slowly rose. One time wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. At this point, it would almost be rude not to… “This is bad,” I said between kisses.
“Why?”
“We can’t have sex.”
“That’s fine.” His teeth scraped my throat. “I just want to eat your pussy.”
Oh, God. Heat fired through my body. I went for the hem of his shirt, ready to strip him naked in the elevator, but before I had a chance, the door opened.
Vance backed me out of the elevator, his lips still firmly on mine. Our bodies bumped along the walls as we fumbled toward the door.
“Just,” he pressed a greedy kiss to my lips as he dug in his pocket, “a minute.” The second Vance crammed the room key into the lock and opened the door, he shoved me inside the dark room. My purse dropped to the floor. So did his backpack.
Hands were everywhere, touching, kneading, pulling. I’d never felt so starved for a man in my life, and while I desperately fought for a reason to stop this, I failed miserably. At the moment, nothing seemed like a good enough excuse. I wasn’t sure it ever would.
“Promise,” I said between kisses as he backed me toward the bed. Because the bed was where this was leading. “That things won’t get weird between us.”
“Things have always been weird between us.”
I reached for the hem of his shirt. My fingers brushed his warm, hard stomach. “But they can’t get weirder.”
“Okay.” He helped me pull his shirt over his head before crushing his lips against mine again. “And you have to promise me something.” He went for the zip on my dress, and holy shit, I was really about to do something with him.
“Depends…”
Air hit my back as the fabric parted. His hands swept to my shoulders, slowly peeling the material away until it puddled around my ankles. “This can’t be a one-time deal.” His lips were on my jaw, my throat. “I don’t do that.” He tugged my thong down my thighs. “Not with you.”
His lips went to my ear. “You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about having you just...” Teeth nipping. Tongue caressing. “Like.” Finger right fucking there. “This.”
The back of my legs hit the edge of the mattress. Then he sank to his knees in front of me. Life was about experiences and what I wanted to experience right then was him doing exactly what he was doing.
I raked my fingers through his thick hair when his finger brushed the juncture of my thigh. “Funny,” I breathed. “I’ve wanted you just like—” But a deep moan swallowed the last word when his warm lips landed on my clit.
“Like what?” His hot breaths teased my sensitive skin.
“That.” God, it felt so good. “Just like…” My knees threatened to buckle when his tongue swept over my slit. “That.”
“Fuck, you taste good.” He grabbed my ankle and lifted one of my legs, hooking it over his shoulder to give him better access.
I balled the sheets in my fist on a moan when he spread me open and flicked his tongue over my clit, slowly, diligently. Every few licks, he groaned and mumbled, “Fuck” like he was so into this, so into me.
My muscles coiled, my body verging right on the blissful edge as my back arched away from the mattress. Then, right when I was about to come, he stopped.
He’d fucking stopped!
I glanced down, taking a mental snapshot of him smirking between my open thighs, lips glistening with my moisture. “What are you doing?” I panted, ready to shove his face right back down there and ride it if I had to.
“You were about to come.”
Congratulations, genius… “Yes. I was. And then you st—”
Heat enveloped me again when he pressed his mouth on me, sucking my clit between his lips. “I’m not ready for you to come,” he said, the vibrations of his voice taking it to the next level.
“Oh, fuck…”
I thrust against his warm mouth, my fingers diving into his thick hair, my foot digging into his shoulder as I chased the orgasm threatening to ruin me for any other man.