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 brush the wild strands of hair from her cheek and lean down, focusing on Emily here and now in the present. Her eyes widen a second before I press my lips to hers. She gasps and braces her hand against my shoulder, drawing me closer.
The bag and blankets in my hand hit the ground with a muted thud and I wrap my arms around her, lifting her slightly off the ground.
She sighs and sinks into the kiss. She tastes like lemon and sweetness.
After a few surreal moments, she pulls away, breathing hard. She smiles up at me and adjusts her arms around my neck. I realize I’m still holding her and set her down.
“That was better than dessert,” she says, sliding her tongue along her bottom lip. “And I really liked that cake.”
Laughing, I grab our stuff and take her hand. “Better than cake, huh? I’m flattered.”
She laughs, a honey-sweet, raspy chuckle, and bumps against me as we walk to the truck. I can’t seem to get enough of her touch or the sound of her voice.
At the truck, I open the back door and toss the bag and blankets inside. Emily stands by her open door watching me.
“You all right?” I ask.
She ducks her head and shrugs. “I just like watching you do stuff.”
It’s sweet and strokes my ego at the same time. “Oh yeah?”
“Is that weird?”
“Nope.”
We settle into the truck. I’m about to start the engine when she says my name.
I glance over.
“Thank you.”
I lean over to kiss her. A quick “you’re welcome” kiss. But she meets me halfway. Our lips touch and it’s a spark lighting a fuse. She moans and twists her body, draping half her body over the console in the middle, but doesn’t break the kiss. I grip her under her arms and half pull, half drag her to my side.
It’s a tight fit but I can’t force myself to stop and suggest we move this somewhere else. I slide my hand in the crack between my seat and the door, searching for the button that will move my seat back. I hit the wrong one and end up reclining a few inches instead.
She rolls her hips, pressing herself right into my growing erection. I let out a groan, breaking our kiss, but she doesn’t stop the relentless movements.
Fuck, she’s killing me. I can’t. Emily deserves better than a quick, sloppy fuck in the front seat of my truck.
“Emily,” I groan, pushing her back enough to see her face. “Not in the truck. Not the first time, anyway.”
The corners of her mouth twitch and she bites her bottom lip. “That implies there will be a second, third, and fourth time.”
I lean in and brush my lips against hers. “Definitely.”
She shifts herself back just enough to slip her hand between us and palm my erection.
I groan and suck in a breath.
“You want something?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
She stares straight into my eyes and rubs even harder. “I’ve been fantasizing about sucking your cock since the other night.”
Those are some interesting words out of Emily’s usually proper mouth. But fuck do I love unlocking new things about her. I try to hide my shock. “That right?”
“Yes.” She flattens her body against mine, then slowly slides down until her knees hit the truck floor. I reach for the lever on the telescoping steering wheel and push it back as far as I can, giving her some room. “Although, I’m not sure I’m as talented as you are.”
I’m absolutely certain her mouth on any part of my body will be fucking heaven.
A rough chuckle spills out of me. I hate having her on the floor of the truck, though. “Are you sure you want to do this here? Now? Are you okay down there?”
She drops her gaze, her lashes fluttering against her pale cheeks. “Just don’t let me get stuck down here.”
I reach again for the button that will move the seat back. This time, I get the right one. Too bad it only gives her another inch of room.
“That’s better.” She wriggles closer and rests her hands on my belt buckle. “May I?” she asks in a low, husky voice.
Why is that question so fucking hot coming out of her mouth?
Everything she does is sexy as fuck.
My mouth’s too dry to respond. I nod.
She stares at my belt for a few seconds. My stomach muscles tense as she works the buckle loose, then attacks the button of my jeans, tugging and pulling.
“Let me,” I offer when she gets to the zipper.
She moves to the side, giving me room. I lift my hips, letting her work my pants lower. My cock’s so fucking excited to join us, he springs up tall and proud, smacking her cheek.
“Careful, you could put my eye out with this beast.” One corner of her mouth slides into a sly smile and she wraps her fingers around my cock, letting out an appreciative sigh. “My goodness.”