Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
I lifted my hands as he took the hem of my shirt and broke the kiss to pull it over my head and drop it to the counter. The quick removal of my bra while he licked and nuzzled my neck was impressive. When both his hands covered my breasts and squeezed hard, I let out a cry.
“I don’t want to fuck you for the first time on a kitchen counter,” he said, sliding his hands under my butt again and lifting me.
I wrapped my legs around him, and he began walking us toward the bedroom. He ducked his head to pull a nipple into his mouth and sucked.
How many times had I imagined this man in my bed? Countless.
He put me down on the bed and jerked his shirt off, then removed his pants. Although it was entirely too quick, I savored every moment of it, burning it into my memory. There wasn’t an inch of the man that wasn’t hard, toned, and sculpted. I lay back as he grabbed the waist of my pajama shorts and took them, along with my panties, in one fluid motion. Then, he paused and stared down at me for a moment. My eyes moved slowly down his chest to his thick, swollen erection that jutted up, looking a little intimidating.
Oz moved over me, and I opened my legs, my eyes swinging back up to lock with his. The wide, round head pressed against my entrance, and he let out a low, deep groan.
“Fuck, you’re dripping wet.”
Yes, well, he had that effect on me. I was also panting with ache and anticipation.
“I know I said I wanted to protect you,” he said as he clenched his teeth, “but that doesn’t apply to my cock. I want to slam into this pussy and fuck you like an animal.”
I lifted my hips, shuddering as my body pulsed with longing. “Yes, please,” I breathed.
His eyes darkened, and he let out a curse that vibrated from his chest like a growl. He entered me exactly like he’d warned, causing the headboard to knock against the wall so hard that I heard something fall from the wall—not that I cared.
“FUUUUUCK! That little pussy is tight.”
He reached down and grabbed the back of my head, fisting my hair in his hand. He pulled me toward him as he began to pump into me, stretching me, hitting a spot deep inside that sent jolts of added pleasure through my body. I shook each time, crying out from the new sensation.
“Goddamn, you take it like such a good girl,” he snarled.
Veins stood out on his neck, and the hard pecs on his chest flexed with each thrust of his body. The word owned took on a new meaning.
“Oz.” I moaned his name, and his eyes blazed, making me shudder beneath him.
He let go of my hair, and I fell back onto the bed while he placed a hand on each side of my head. I lifted my knees as he drove deeper into me. I had never felt so full.
“Christ,” he swore as my walls clamped down tight, squeezing him just before my climax hit me.
Throwing my head back, I bit my bottom lip, then screamed his named as my body bowed off the bed.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” His voice was hoarse.
My eyes locked on his face just as he jerked. His lips parted before he shouted as the heat of his release pumped into me, sending another wave of euphoria coursing through me.
He lowered himself, resting on his elbows. His heavy breaths caressing my skin, he buried his face in my neck. “The condom. It’s in my pocket,” he said as his lips brushed a kiss where they touched me. “You make me forget things. Distract me.”
I pressed my lips together, then smiled. I knew that feeling well. It was good to know he suffered from it as well. I liked being a distraction.
“I’m on birth control.”
“And I’ve not been with anyone since before the day in Hobby Lobby. I got tested about a month ago, and I’m clean. I wouldn’t have sunk my dick into you, even with a condom, if I wasn’t.”
He lifted his head and looked down at me. I stared up at him as his words registered in my head. He hadn’t slept with anyone since he’d met me?
He ran the tips of his fingers down my face and moved my hair back over my shoulder as his eyes followed their path. The reverent expression as he looked at me, along with what he had just said, shook me. I was never going to be the same. Not after Oz.
Not after us.
Thirty-Two
Oz
Winslet’s breathing had slowed over an hour ago, but I hadn’t moved. I lay on my back with her head on my chest while she slept. My fingers were still running through her hair, letting the silky strands thread through them, then fall gently onto her shoulder before I did it again.