Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“This shirt is great. Adorable. And you look hot in anything, but I prefer you in my clothing.” He bunched up the bottom and lifted, exposing her skin, inch by inch. “I like seeing my name on your back as you walk around the house. I love seeing you fresh from the shower in nothing but my shirt.”
Her breathing grew erratic. He paused, shirt bunched right below her breasts. Bending, he brushed his lips over her skin, flicking his tongue and sucking hard to ensure he left his mark. All over her stomach he did this and moved his way down until he snapped the waistband of her pants with his teeth. She whimpered and he rose up so he could stare at her.
The warmup pants she had on fit her like a dream, but he’d not lied. He liked her in his sweats. Out of them too. And while she was in the clothing he’d gotten for her, he could do something about it. And get her naked.
“I like seeing you in nothing.”
Bunching his fist in the shirt material, he yanked her up to meet his lips. Her mouth parted beneath his touch and he took full advantage, thrusting his tongue deep. Licking everywhere he could, he ate her moans like they were candy.
When she locked her arms around his neck, he placed both hands at the collar of her shirt and ripped. Shock stiffened Hope for a moment but she melted into him, releasing her arms one at a time so the shirt could be removed.
Sliding his fingers into her hair at the nape of her neck, he held her to him as he devoured her. That was the only word he could come up with. Everything about her made him crave more. There was no explanation he could give.
“Mitchell,” she panted against his lips.
“Flykra.”
He needed more. Pushing her until she lay on the bed, he covered her as he claimed her mouth once more. She didn’t hold anything from him. Her hunger, desire, want—all of it she laid bare for him.
She arched beneath his touch, rising to a supple curve. Skimming one hand down her body, dipping below the pants he regretted her putting on, he cupped her core and swore, yanking his mouth from hers.
Heat.
Scalding damp heat slammed his palm. He fought against the ravenous need to rip off the panties to thrust his fingers into liquid-velvet flesh.
Hope yanked at his shirt. “Take it off.”
He longed for skin on skin, definitely. But to do so, he’d have to move his hand. I don’t want to.
Instead, he dragged her pants off her, inhaling her heady scent. “Fuck, Flykra. I can smell you. You’re fucking ready for me.”
She shifted and tugged again. “Off.”
Damn he didn’t want to but he obeyed her command. One-handed, he dragged the shirt off over his head and dropped it. Didn’t give a fuck where it landed. Then he came over her once more, gripping her thigh.
“I’m going to rip these off you.”
She lifted enough to nip at his lower lip. “You paid for them. And it’s not like you didn’t already do that to the shirt.”
Could his cock get any harder?
Leaning closer, he nipped at where her neck met her shoulder in the delicate curve, inhaling her scent. She’d said no to him buying her bodywash, stating she was fine using his. And he wasn’t against her smelling like him. The woodsy scent was much more tantalizing on her body than his.
In my opinion.
A low growl slid free seconds before he tore away the offensive scrap of satin covering her core.
A whimper escaped the woman beneath him and he took her mouth once more. Addicted. He couldn’t separate the tastes of her other than unique and completely Hope. Mitchell slid his finger through her slickness as his tongue dipped in her mouth.
She moaned, hips arching, seeking to draw him in deeper. He refused. Circling her clit only to drag his touch down, he pulled back to watch her expression.
“Mitchell.” His name fell from her lips in a rasp, no hiding her passion.
He pushed his middle finger inside her heat and she jerked, mouth opening on a wordless cry.
“So fucking beautiful, Flykra.” He withdrew his finger and circled her nub again. This time, he pushed in two fingers, loving how she accepted him. God, his cock ached with the need she created in him.
Not yet.
Pumping his wrist, he closed his mouth over her nipple, sucking hard. A low moan reverberated through his bedroom as he stroked her to a powerful release. Hope dug her nails into his shoulders and back as she rode out her pleasure. He didn’t stop until she came down.
Mitchell moved himself so he could look in her eyes as he drew his fingers along her lips and then kissed her.
So fucking responsive.