Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
The lock clicks on the door, and my heart leaps into my throat. For a split second, I consider diving into the bathroom. Instead, I lean my shoulder against the wall and slide my hip in the other direction. I’ve never seduced anyone, either, but I’ve spent enough time around professional models to know the positions that set off my designs—and the female body—to the best advantage.
And I know this teddy is beautiful, breathtaking.
I’m fairly certain Jeffrey is going to like what he sees.
I’m also fairly certain he won’t say no to me tonight.
What I’m not expecting is for him to step through the door, take one look at me, and drop the carryout bag. I’m not expecting him to slam the door behind him, step over the food, eyes blazing, and grab me around the waist, pushing me up against the wall as he bends his lips to mine.
I don’t expect a white-hot kiss so intense my body catches fire, going up like straw drenched in kerosene as I wrap my arms tight around his neck and return the kiss, my tongue dancing with his. I don’t expect his hands on my breasts through the thin fabric of the teddy, tracing the outline of my hard nipples, sending zings of awareness sizzling across my skin, and I don’t expect that my pretty new panties will instantly be this wet.
“Are you sure?” he rasps against my mouth as his fingers dip under the silk, hot and delicious on the bare skin of my breast. “That you want me to be your first?”
My head falls back with a groan. “Yes.”
He kisses my neck, nipping and licking as he rolls my nipple between his fingers, and stars explode behind my closed eyes. “Say it, Lizzy. I want to hear you say it.”
I tip my chin down, lids fluttering open and my heart flipping in my chest as his hooded gaze locks with mine. “Those exact words?” I ask, my pulse spiking as Jeffrey guides his thigh between mine, rubbing the thick muscle against where I ache.
I circle my hips, breath catching as waves of sticky pleasure flood between my hipbones and more heat gathers between my legs. “Why?” I add. “Does that turn you on? To know you’re my first?”
“What do you think?” He takes my hand, guiding it to the front of his jeans, summoning another eager sound from deep in my throat.
I trace the outline of his erection, breath coming faster as I feel how long and thick he is and how wildly hard. I suppose I should be nervous about that not-at-all-small part of him fitting inside of me, but all I feel is proud. Powerful. Beautiful. I’ve made this gorgeous, strong, secretly sweet, and always in control man desperate to be with me. To take me, to know me in a way no other man has before.
What do I think about that?
“I think you’re beautiful and sexy and probably very good at this,” I say, continuing to stroke him through his pants. “But that’s not why I want you so much.”
“Then why?” His jaw clenches as he threads his fingers through my hair. Even the sensation of his fingertips skimming across my scalp is erotic.
But also comforting. Safe.
He knows all my crazy secrets, but he’s still here. He still wants me, respects me, cares about me, even though my reality often bears little resemblance to his.
“Because you’re a good man,” I whisper, my palms smoothing up his abs, over his hard chest, up to cup his face. I brush my thumb over his full bottom lip. “Very good. So please, Jeffrey Von Bergen, will you be my first?” My nipples pull tighter against the silk of my teddy at the hunger that flares in his eyes. “I want to feel you inside me. I want—”
My words end in a gasp that becomes a groan as he hitches both of my legs up around his waist, lifting me as his lips crash into mine. We kiss like we’re starving for each other, like we’re never going to get close enough, as he carries me deeper into the dimly lit room to the bed.
He rips the quilt from the mattress with one hand and lays me down on cool sheets, pausing just long enough to rip his sweater over his head before he’s on top of me, his mouth hot on my neck and his hand between my legs, rubbing me through the lace of my panties.
“God, Lizzy,” he murmurs against my skin as I moan and arch closer to his fingers, craving more friction, dying to feel some part of him inside me. “I’ve never wanted anyone like this. I want my mouth all over you. I want to devour every inch.”
“Yes.” I cling to his shoulders, shivering with anticipation as he drags the crotch of my panties to one side and traces one big finger down my center, making me jerk and moan as he passes over my clit. “I want to know what you taste like…everywhere.” I run my palm over his hard length through his jeans, squirming as he teases his thumb gently around my clit. “You have way too many clothes on.”