One Steamy Pucking Meet Cute (Frosty Harbor #3) Read Online Penelope Bloom

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Frosty Harbor Series by Penelope Bloom
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
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I grin. “I’m pretty certain you’d make several sounds.”

Her breath is coming in heavy, quick gasps.

I can feel my own heart pounding like crazy as I stand, staring down at her as I start to tug at my tie like I can’t get it off fast enough.

“Is that a challenge?” she asks.

“It’s a fact,” I say. I peel off my shirt, pants, and underwear while she watches, biting her lip hard. I grin when I see she hasn’t started to undress. “Were you waiting for help with your clothes?”

Caroline’s eyes fall.

“Shit,” I say, kneeling in front of her. Suddenly, I feel like an ass, even if I don’t know why. “What did I say?”

“It’s just… You haven’t been with me since I had Walker. Maybe I could just keep my top on? Or we could turn out the lights.”

Wait. Is she self-conscious? The thought takes a moment to catch because it seems ridiculous. How could she possibly think there’s something wrong with a body like that?

“You’re perfect, Caroline.” I run my hands down from her cheeks to her shoulders, kissing her forehead. “If you want the lights off or your shirt on, I won’t complain. But I’m also not about to give a shit if you’re a little curvy because you just gave birth to a living human being two months ago.”

She laughs, eyes still down. “Curvy is a generous word for it.”

I bring my mouth to her ear, kissing her everywhere as I take greedy handfuls of her breasts. “Then call me generous because I fucking love your curves.” I push her back on the bed and she scoots up toward the pillows as I position myself above her. She’s only wearing the t-shirt and panties, which I discover as I slide a hand up her bare thigh and find silky fabric.

She breathes hard at my touch, arching her head back.

Is this really happening?

Her body spread out for me.

All her senses, mine to command.

The promise of release so thick I could practically pluck it from the air.

I’ve wanted this so badly.

I kiss her areola, smiling with satisfaction as I watch her nipple immediately harden for me into a firm point. I take it between my lips, teasing her with my tongue.

Caroline rocks her hips upwards, gasping heavily. Almost absently, she plucks off her glasses and sets them on the nightstand with a clatter.

“Loud breathing,” I say, purposefully letting my lips brush against her sensitive nipple as I speak. “Some might call that a noise. Would you?”

Caroline stuffs a corner of the pillow in her mouth, eyes closed as she shakes her head.

I move my palm down her stomach and find the top hem of her panties. I trace it with my thumb, slowly moving from the front of her to her hip bone and back again.

I can almost feel how badly she wants it.

It’s in how she’s rolling herself up and into my touch.

It’s in how her eyes are squeezed shut so tightly that it’s making cute little creases spread across the bridge of her nose.

Her desire is everything.

“Want to know something I’ve never told you?” I whisper.

She jerkily nods her head, keeping her eyes closed.

“Watching you get off is the closest thing I have to a kink. I didn’t realize it completely until we stopped hooking up. But it’s true. There’s just something about it. Fuck,” I hiss through my teeth, eyes hungrily taking in the way she’s writhing from nothing but my fingertips on the edge of her panties.

“I dream about it, sometimes,” I say. Now, I use the flat of one knuckle to slide my touch down from the top of her underwear. It glides over the swell of her mound.

Her breath catches, and she goes absolutely still. When I teasingly bring my knuckle back up toward her belly button, she starts lifting herself, urging me to touch her where we both know she wants me to touch her.

“I dream about watching you come for me. Again and again. My favorite is the one where I catch you touching yourself and moaning my name.” I smile at how her eyes finally snap open at that, locking with mine. “It’s so fucking hot.”

Caroline’s tongue slips out over her lips. Slowly, purposefully, she moves her fingers between her legs. Her throat twitches as she swallows hard.

“Holy shit,” I whisper.

The corner of her mouth twitches. I drag my gaze down to her fingers, watching as they press against the silky fabric of her underwear, circling. I watch how she does it. Studying the motions she uses to get herself off–memorizing them. After all, who better to teach me how she likes it than herself?

I’m consumed by my fantasy playing out before me. She’s breathing harder, and I’m kissing her nipple again, hands roaming her body. I move my mouth to hers, kissing her deeply and loving the immediate intensity of her motions. She’s so turned on she can barely hold it in, and she’s definitely not alone.



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