Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 142728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Without another word, he leans down and feathers his lips over mine. My mouth opens and I slide my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. His lips glide against mine, so slow and soft for the longest time.
I moan into his mouth and that seems to crank up the heat between us. He grabs my other hip and yanks my lower half into him. He leaves a demanding trail of hot, wet kisses along my jaw, down to my neck.
“Emily.”
The rough desire in his voice snaps my eyes open.
“I want to make love to you before I have to leave.”
If those aren’t the sweetest words to grace my ears. I tighten my arms around his neck and drag him closer. “Yes, please, yes,” I whisper in between kisses.
He lets out a deep, tortured groan and attacks the button of my jeans.
“I love that sweater on you but take it off. Now,” he says without shifting his gaze from where he’s tugging open my zipper.
I yank the sweater off so fast it isn’t even funny, dropping it somewhere on the floor.
“Good girl.” He kisses all my newly exposed skin, dipping lower to bite the tips of my nipples through my sheer lace bra.
“Oh God.”
He growls an affirmative noise but doesn’t take his mouth off me. His hands slide into my pants, and he shoves them down over my hips. “Get these off.”
I don’t even know how I do it without dislodging his mouth, but finally my jeans hit the floor and I kick them away.
He kisses a trail from my breasts to my mouth. I tighten my arms around his neck, wanting his body pressed to mine as tightly as possible.
“Em,” he groans like he’s starving, his hands clutching my butt and lifting me.
Eagerly, I wrap my legs around his waist, gasping when he presses his erection against me. “Please. Not here. Take me upstairs.”
He rumbles an unhappy sound but lifts me high, holding me securely while he turns us around and moves to the stairs.
“Hang onto me.”
I nod frantically, burying my face against his neck. I try not to distract him as he navigates the staircase.
Finally, he turns to the side, using his elbow to push my bedroom door open. As soon as we pass the threshold, I reach out and slam it shut.
He drops me on the bed, and I stare up at him. Our eyes lock as he quickly sheds his clothes.
My mouth waters at the sight of him. I slide to the edge of the bed and wrap my hands around his erection, dipping my head to taste him.
“Oh, fuck that feels good, baby,” he murmurs, resting one hand on the back of my head. “A little more, then I need you in that bed.”
I lick and suck, taking as much of him as I can.
“Fuck.” He gathers my hair in one hand and pulls me away.
I swipe my hand over my mouth and smile up at him. “How do you want me?” I roll over to my hands and knees, glancing at him over my shoulder. “Biker’s choice,” I tease.
“You’re really poking the bear today.”
“No, I want the bear to poke me.”
He snorts with laughter and shakes his head.
I swish my hips from side to side. “Like this?”
He grabs me by the hips and drags me to the edge of the bed. Instinct brings my chest flat to the mattress, arching my back and tipping my butt higher.
“Fuck,” he groans, and yanks my panties out of his way. His rough hand teases between my legs. “You’re so wet.” He slides one finger between my lips, gently working it back and forth. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” I whisper urgently, curling my fingers in the comforter.
I inch my legs apart and arch my back even more.
His cock prods my entrance and I wiggle my toes in anticipation.
Holding my hips in a firm grip, he slowly pushes inside, groaning with pleasure the whole way.
My mouth opens, no sounds coming out as I adjust to the shocking invasion. Every other time he’s made sure I came at least once or twice. Excited or not, he’s a lot of man to take.
“Em? You okay?” He pulls back a bit.
The slow slide and drag feels so good, but sharp at the same time. “Yes. Go slow. Just like that.”
He murmurs something I can’t quite make out and rubs his hand over my back. “Relax for me.”
I stretch my arms out to the sides.
“That’s nice,” he says as he slowly starts sliding in and out. “You’re so fucking beautiful from every angle.”
I moan and pant, the sharpness from his deep thrusts melting into a blissful tension in my center. “Oh, that’s good.” I press my hands against the mattress, lifting myself to all fours.
“Yes,” he groans, gathering my hair and tugging. He snaps his hips harder and faster.