Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“Yeah, you’re not a great patient,” I said, smiling at her.
“I’m pretty sure I actually snarled at you a time or two.”
“Or twenty,” I agreed, getting that rare little twinkle of laughter out of her.
“I bet you’re a big baby when you’re sick,” she accused.
“Next time I have a cold, I’ll call you over to play nursemaid. Not,” I said at her eye roll, “what I meant. Though, you’d look fucking amazing in a sexy nurse getup. Short white dress, thigh highs, a red bra peeking out…”
“Given this a lot of thought, have you?” she asked, shaking her head at me, but there was a smile on her lips as she turned away from me. “Keep dreaming because that’s not going to happen. I don’t think I’ve… ever worn a dress.”
“We’ve finally found the real reason you didn’t go to the boss’s wedding,” I teased. “You didn’t want to wear a dress.”
“You got me,” she agreed, stifling a yawn. “I’m gonna go take a shower. If you could lock up on your way out, that’d be great,” she said as I dried off a plate.
I was going to do just that, not wanting to push when things were going… if not well, at least not badly. She wasn’t icing me out. That was a step in the right direction. But as she was making her way to the bathroom with her change of clothes in hand, I caught her giving me a long, longing glance before she closed herself behind the door.
I battled with myself for all of a minute after the water turned on.
Then I was striding across her apartment, reaching for the knob, finding it unlocked, and letting myself inside.
She had a solid shower curtain, so I managed to strip down and pull back the curtain before she even knew I was there.
She let out a surprised little gasp, but her gaze immediately heated and moved over me as I stepped inside.
I pulled the curtain closed, then stalked toward her, backing her up against the wall, grabbing the back of her neck and letting my lips crash onto hers, swallowing the little moan she let out as our bodies touched.
Her lips were hungry under mine, demanding, even as her hands started to roam over me, sliding over my back, her fingers finding old scars and running over them.
My teeth snagged her lower lip, biting hard enough to drag a ragged moan out of her. I took advantage, my tongue sliding inside to find hers, feeling the way a shiver coursed through her at the sensation.
It was all feeling then, our hands sliding over each other’s wet bodies, teasing, squeezing.
Frustrated with the need to feel more of her, I grabbed her, turned her, pulled her back against my chest.
My hands drifted over her then, up her thighs, over her hips, her belly, then up to cover her breasts, squeezing.
Cinna moaned, her head falling back on my shoulder as my thumbs and forefingers found her nipples, and started to roll them, working them into tightened points.
It wasn’t long before my hand was between her thighs, teasing and toying until she was writhing against my fingers and palm, until she was rocking back against my cock.
“Dav, please,” she moaned, her hips rocking harder.
I used my foot to spread her legs a bit, then shifted so my cock slid against her pussy, loving the way she gasped and wiggled back against me.
“Now, Dav,” she begged. “It’s okay,” she said. “I’m all negative,” she added. “You?”
“Yeah,” I said, anticipation building.
I had rules about sex. Namely, I didn’t have it without protection. Ever.
But this was Cinna.
It was… different.
“Same,” I said, rocking a little faster against her.
“Then what are you waiting for?” she grumbled, angling her ass up a bit more.
I didn’t need more encouragement than that.
I slid back, pressed against her, then surged in, feeling her tight walls close around me, making me almost lose fucking control right then and there.
And, still, my control over myself right then was fragile as my hands sank into her hips, using them to jerk back against me as I slammed into her again.
Hard.
Deep.
Cinna threw out her hands, bracing them on the wall of the shower to hold herself in place as I fucked her, both of us losing ourselves in each other with each passing moment.
Cinna’s moans echoed in the space as my thrusts got faster, rougher, losing myself into that darker part of myself by each moment.
But she just begged for more of it, gladly took all of me, through one orgasm, then building toward another, making my hand go around to close over her mouth, not wanting her to wake up Joel as she got more and more lost in the sensations.
“Come for me,” I demanded, getting close myself, needing her to shatter with me.
Cinna let out a whimpering sound, her breath frantic against my hand as I fucked her harder still.