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)
I curl my hands around her waist and yank her closer.
“Sorry,” she squeaks.
“Don’t be.” I tip her chin up and slide my fingers into her hair. “I’m not.” That’s the only warning she gets. I lean down and brush my lips over hers. A quick taste. Long enough to know I need more. “I was trying to be a polite guest, but I’ve wanted to do this all night.”
This time she meets me halfway. Leaning up on her tiptoes, she slides her arms around my neck. Our lips fuse together, soft and tentative at first. She makes a noise in the back of her throat, like a primal call for more. I squeeze and lift her against the front of my body and shoulder my way into the living room. Where the fuck is her bedroom? Probably upstairs.
Couch.
Couch is good.
Our connection flares to life and pulses around us. She drags me down onto the cushions, barely breaking our kiss. Our legs tangle and she almost slides off the edge of the couch to the floor. I pull away and she scoots into the corner then curls her hand in my T-shirt, drawing me closer. I fit my hand over her hip, tucking her under me, and keep kissing her. My thumb brushes against the wide belt at her waist and I splay my hand over her stomach, searching with my fingers for a way to undo the contraption. Maybe it’s welded shut? Giving up on the belt, I slide my hand up over her ribs. I reach the top button of her dress and tease it between my fingers.
“May I?” I stare down at her and tug on the button.
She nods quickly, her eyes glued to my hand working the button free. I’ve never unfastened anything so quickly in my life. I work each one loose until the belt—that seems to be cemented into place—stops me.
Eager to see her, I push the sides of her dress out of my way. I rub my knuckle over the swells of her breasts. “Your bra matches your dress. I like that,” I rasp, staring and burning every inch of her into my brain.
She laughs, low and husky. “I swear I wasn’t planning to show it off tonight.”
“I’m not complaining.”
She curls her fingers around the back of my head, pulling me in for another kiss. All logic and reason slip away. Desire demands I touch and taste every inch of her. I drag my lips down her neck, smiling against her skin as her breathing speeds up.
Anticipation thrums through my veins. My cock strains against my jeans, wanting freedom. I slide lower, kissing the valley between her breasts, stopping to tease my tongue over her lace-covered nipples. Twisting my hand in the long fabric of her dress, I tug it up over her legs. The second I touch her thigh, her body freezes.
“Too much?” I ask.
“No.” She parts her legs. “Keep going.”
Don’t have to tell me twice. I skim my fingers along her soft skin until my knuckles brush against damp satin.
She gasps. Her hand shoots down, grabbing my wrist. But she doesn’t push me away. My heart thuds while I wait.
“Um, it takes me a minute or two…usually,” she whispers.
Unreasonable jealousy blazes to life—fury at the thought of anyone else touching what’s mine. “Just relax. I’m not going anywhere,” I answer with a lot more calm than I actually possess.
“Are you sure?” she asks.
Am I sure? I’m drowning with the need to touch her. To find out exactly how long it takes to set her off.
I drop one kiss on her shoulder, then another, kissing my way to her mouth, and finally her body relaxes. “I’m sure.”
I slide my hand under her dress again, teasing the soft flesh between her legs. Fighting the urge to rip her panties off and bury my fingers inside her, I run my knuckles over slick, wet fabric. Up and down, slowly increasing the pressure.
“Oh!” Emily’s whole body jerks. She lifts her leg, resting her foot on the coffee table to give me more room.
“That’s it,” I encourage. “Show me what you like.”
“I…” She bites her lip and arches her back. “That. Right there.”
“Perfect,” I murmur, stroking over and over. It doesn’t take long to have her writhing and panting under me. I slip my fingers beneath her panties and hiss at the searing wetness.
“Oh God,” she whimpers.
That’s the sound I’m after. I spear her with one finger, groaning at how incredible she feels, trying to rein in how much I want her wrapped around my cock. But fuck if the unsure way she implied it would take too long to make her come doesn’t fire up all my stubborn instincts to prove her wrong. She’s beautifully responsive to every single touch.
“Dex,” she whispers, her voice full of longing. “Please?”