Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
As he consumes my mouth, I try to pinpoint the difference. To figure out what’s changed. But it’s hard since my brain is all neon. I’m not thinking in words. I’m thinking in brilliant colors. In wild sensations. Everything feels more intense with him. Everything feels like we mean it. Like we’ve pushed past that practice phase. Like we’re taking all the things we truly want. And I want everything that Wilder wants to give me.
When he breaks the kiss, I look up at him. His lips are bruised from kissing me, and his eyes are wild. But they’re also…soft. Filled with raw desire, but also some tenderness that makes me feel like every word he said tonight is so true.
I don’t normally let down my guard. I don’t like to show the softer parts of myself for fear someone could hurt me like Brady did. Like other guys I’ve dated have done before. But right here, in bed, I feel safe with Wilder—safe with him and with my desires. I hardly care about the reasons we started our fake romance. I only care about these very real feelings right here, right now. “Do you want to unwrap me…and do whatever you want to me?” I ask, my gaze drifting down to the big bow, knocked a little out of place but still wrapped tight enough under my tits.
He growls. “I really fucking do.” His tone is raw and earnest. Then he runs a hand along my face, a reverent gesture. “Thank you for trusting me.”
It’s only a bow, I want to say.
But it’s not only a bow. It’s letting someone in, and that’s not my strong suit. But tonight I’ve gotten a little bit better at it. “I do trust you, but I want you naked too. Now, why don’t you strip for me. I would do it myself,” I say, then wiggle my fingers, “but I’m all tied up.”
“Don’t you dare unwrap my gift,” he warns in a commanding tone.
He hops off the bed and takes his sweet time flicking open the button on his jeans, then unzipping them and pushing them down.
When he gets down to his boxer briefs, my tongue darts out, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Wilder.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asks.
“Yes. Your dick is a fucking present,” I say, then feeling daring, I add, “Tastes like a present too.”
His breath hisses. “Your beautiful filthy mouth…It looks so pretty with my cock in it.” He pushes his boxers down, his thick, hard cock springing free and pointing my way. “But you don’t get to suck it tonight.”
“What do I get?”
“What you need,” he says with authority.
I shudder. I need him to fuck me so badly. And I don’t want to keep that thought to myself. Here in bed with him, I can speak the truth of my heart. “I want you to fuck me so badly,” I say, and I can’t believe I’ve said that, but it feels so good.
His eyes squeeze shut for a second like this is hard for him. Like he has to collect himself. When he opens them, he says, “You have no idea how much I want you.”
But one look at his cock, leaking at the tip, and I think I do know how much. He crawls between my legs, his hard dick bobbing. He takes his time tugging on one end of the ribbon to undo the bindings on my wrist. When the fabric falls to the bed, he reaches under my breasts and starts to free them too, unknotting the bow. “I have wanted to unwrap you for so long,” he says, his tone a shade of desperation.
“Since we started this?” I ask impulsively. Because I have to know. I can’t leave that confession untouched.
He swallows, pauses, and I’m pretty sure he’s about to say yes. Instead, he says, “Well before that.”
Then he shuts up and finishes unwrapping the red satin ribbon, leaving me with that admission. My friends were right. He’s had it bad for me for a while. But how long? Since before Brady?
The thought makes my breath catch. My mind whirls with this new information. My body aches with this fresh want. When he’s freed my hands, I sit up and rope my arms around his neck, pulling him close. We’re tangled up together, kissing so deeply it feels like we could last well beyond the holidays.
I don’t know what to make of that thought so I focus on the physical, on the way the kiss turns into a white-hot ache right between my thighs. I break the kiss, panting, “Fuck me now.”
He grips my chin roughly. “You don’t give the orders. I do.”
I grin wickedly, arousal gathering between my thighs. I’m so turned on I can feel wetness sliding down the inside of my thigh. “Then order me around.”