Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
I’ve only been drunk one other time, when Fernanda and I snuck some gin from my dad's liquor cabinet, and I swore I’d never drink again after I spent the next day throwing up. I guess I didn’t learn my lesson so well.
“Wasn’t planning on letting you be alone tonight, Lucy.” The use of my nickname makes me smile. His jealousy tonight showed me one thing is certain. He wants me. Everyone always says Blake is the calm and funny one of the Jennings brothers, but tonight he snapped. He didn’t like seeing another man touch me, and something in me liked that. I inspire passion in him, and he’s doing the same to me. He’s making me feel things I’ve never felt before.
“Nobody calls me Lucy but you,” I mumble against his chest. My eyes are heavy again as I let him carry me.
But before sleep takes me fully, I feel his lips on my forehead. “I’m gonna be calling you more than that real soon.”
Chapter 9
Blake
“Oh God, are you naked?”
I close my eyes and then open them again, trying to see if I’m dreaming. I’ve been having trouble distinguishing with all the visions I’ve been having. The moon streams in from the windows and the glow lights up her skin. Her hair is undone and hanging all around her. She giggles a sweet throaty laugh as she leans down, pressing her bare body against me. I inwardly curse myself for not having at least taken my shirt off before I crawled into bed with her last night. I climbed in fully clothed and wrapped myself around her.
I thought the more I had separating us, the better. Now I’m questioning everything. I sure as hell didn’t expect to wake up to my woman straddling me. Naked. In fact, I thought I might wake to a hellcat who was pissed I stormed into the bar and punched someone just for touching her.
As if reading my mind, she slides her hands under my shirt and drags it up my torso. Her lips follow suit, trailing soft kisses as she works her way up my body. Tentative as first, but each one starts to linger longer, her tongue coming out for a taste of me. I reach out, wrapping one hand in her thick hair, grabbing as much of it as I can hold. I’ve fantasized about doing that from the first moment I saw her.
“Tell me I’m not dreaming.” My words sound pained. She takes a little bite of my chest, making me jerk. I close my eyes tight, trying to keep from cumming. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d woken up from a dream of her straddling me and discovering I’d cum on myself.
“That feel like a dream?” She looks up at me, and I hate that it’s dark and I can’t fully see her eyes. I bring my other hand to her hair and start to pull her towards me. I sit up to meet her halfway and our mouths connect, molding together like we’ve been doing it forever.
She moans into my mouth, and all control snaps. I have her on her back and beneath me before I even tell my body what to do. I can’t stop myself. I deepen the kiss, wanting to get as far inside her as I can. Wanting to taste every inch of her. Needing it more than I’ve ever needed anything.
She grinds her body against me, making it clear what she wants. I pull back and look down at her. Her eyes are wide, and seeing her naked beneath me is almost my undoing.
“Más,” she says, asking for more. Then she moves under me, moaning. I wonder if she’s still a little drunk. We could have only been asleep a few hours. I want her to remember our first time together, but I can give her more.
“I’ve got you, mi alma.” She gasps as I call her my soul. “I know what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”
I take her nipple into my mouth as she digs her fingers into my hair. I suck and lick the tight peak before moving to the next. My hands roam her body, wanting to touch every part of her.
She says my name in breathy moans, and it makes cum leak out of my cock. He’s begging for a taste of her for himself, but this is about her. My sweet Luciana. Everything would always be about making her happy, giving her anything she wants, to make her need me. I want her to crave my touch and to bind her to me so she’ll never leave.
I make my way down her body, giving her small kisses like she did me. Her legs spread wide, but her hips keep moving. She wants this as much as I do. I curse myself again for not having flipped on the nightstand light. I want to see all of her. Every inch exposed to me.