Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 83550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Holland,” I groan, my voice barely audible over the pounding spray. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“Shh,” she murmurs, her lips sweeping over my shoulder blade. “Let me take care of you.”
I want to protest, to push her away and maintain the walls I’ve carefully erected around myself where she’s concerned, but the brush of her skin against mine is intoxicating.
Her hands glide downward, fingertips grazing my ass. She soaps the taut muscles before dropping down and running her hands along the backs of my thighs and calves. A groan rumbles up from my chest before echoing off the tile.
I’ve never been taken care of this way.
She straightens, wrapping her arms around my rib cage and pressing a kiss against my spine. Her fingers strum the ridges of my abdomen before sinking to my groin. My breath catches as one hand wraps around my shaft. I’m hard as steel. Her grip tightens as she strokes my cock from the tip to the root and then back again. She repeats the movement until my balls tighten, drawing up against my body.
I sink my teeth into my lower lip, suppressing the sound building in my throat. This girl already has me in the palm of her hand in more ways than one. And there’s a part of me that’s cautious about dropping the last of my barriers.
No matter how fragile they might be.
I’m still not sure if she’s telling me the truth.
Or if I can trust her.
Just when I think I might explode, her touch disappears. Air rushes from my lungs when she cups my balls before massaging them. My head tips back. This time, keeping the pleasure trapped inside is impossible, and a long groan breaks loose from me.
She presses another kiss against my skin. “Do you like that?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“Mmmm. You’re so long and thick.”
“Is that a compliment?”
“Maybe.” Her teeth scrape against my shoulder. “I might have thought about you once or twice after we had sex.”
“You want the truth?” The question is out of my mouth before I can stop it.
She continues to squeeze and release my soft flesh. “The truth is the only thing I want from you.”
“I might have thought about it more than once or twice.” Even that’s a lie. I thought about her way more than that. I’ve had a difficult time staying away.
I turn in her arms until I can drink in the sight of her wet hair clinging to her face. She’s so damn beautiful.
Sexy.
The way her eyes have darkened with arousal only intensifies my own desire.
For a long moment, we stare at each other as the air crackles with electricity.
Her hand rises to cup my cheek as her thumb traces my jawline. The tenderness of her touch is my undoing, and I lean in, capturing her lips with my own in a desperate, hungry kiss.
She responds instantly, pressing her naked body flush against mine as her arms wind around my neck and pull me closer. I groan into her mouth as my hands roam down her sides to grip her hips. The kiss deepens and our tongues tangle as two years of pent-up longing and frustration pour out of me.
Everything else falls away. The embarrassment of how I played tonight, my father and what Holland witnessed, along with the reasons I’ve been careful to keep her at arm’s length.
There’s only her soft skin and eager mouth.
She breaks away to nip at my lips and then chin before trailing down the column of my neck, licking and sucking her way along my chest until arriving at my nipple. Her tongue darts out to stroke over the little nub until it stiffens beneath her touch. The scrape of her teeth sets off every nerve ending in my body, making me feel more alive than ever before. She turns her attention to the other one before sliding lower. Her vibrant green eyes spark with a life all their own as they stay fastened to mine and she drops to her knees.
My erection bobs inches from her pouty lips.
“You don’t have to do this,” I force myself to say.
She leans in, pressing a kiss against the tip. “I want to,” she murmurs, her breath hot against my sensitive skin. “Let me make you feel good.”
Before I can offer up one last protest, she takes me into her mouth, and a delicious warmth surrounds me. The velvety softness of her tongue swirls around me, drawing me in deeper until I nudge the back of her throat.
Already, I’m close.
My hands find their way into her wet hair, not guiding, just needing something to hold on to as pleasure floods my system.
Holland slides up and down my shaft with expert precision, her tongue swirling around the head before taking me even deeper. As tempting as it is to close my eyes and enjoy the sweet torment, I can’t bring myself to look away from the expression on her face as her eyes hold mine captive. The way she looks as her cheeks hollow and water runs down her face is so damn erotic.