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)
“You like me like this, huh?” She settles her hands on my shoulders.
“I like to see your face.” I run my hands over her thighs up to her hips. “I like the weight of you against me. The best part of my day was starting it with you.”
Holy shit. Now that she’s unlocked these feelings, I can’t seem to stop them from pouring out of my mouth.
Thankfully, she doesn’t seem to mind. “I think we can end the day even better.”
“I’d like that.”
“Will you stay again tonight?”
She’d need a shotgun to pry me out of the house.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Emily
Dex’s heavy-lidded stare washes over me like a spotlight, illuminating parts of me I’d rather keep hidden.
“Lift your arms,” he whispers, tugging at the bottom of my shirt.
As if he’s about to steal something more valuable than my wallet, I slowly raise my hands in the air. He neatly peels off my shirt, skimming his thumbs over my ribs, tickling my skin. Instead of laughing, I shiver. He tosses my shirt over the arm of the couch.
My gaze bounces around the long living room. The heavy drapes and shades cover the windows, but I can’t help feeling exposed.
“Eyes on me.” Dex taps the tip of my nose to recapture my attention. “No one can see us.” Even so, he shifts his body to the right, reaching for the lamp and clicks it off.
Most of the outlets in the house have a small built-in night-light that provides a soft glow. Enough to see each other and the shapes of everything around us. Except for the bedrooms, the house is never truly dark.
I can’t stand complete darkness.
“Emily.” His low, serious tone pulls me out of my morbid thoughts. “Where are you?”
I snuggle closer, sliding my arms around him until they’re caught between his warm, hard back and the soft fabric of the couch cushions. “Right here.” I rest my head on his shoulder.
He slides his hands up and down my back in a slow, soothing motion.
Awareness tingles over my skin. Pressed together so tight, it’s impossible not to feel his interest. I burrow into the crook of his neck and brush my lips against his pulse. He lets out a dreamy humming sort of sound that I answer with my own needy noise. I suck at the sensitive spot and he groans.
“Emily.” His hands stop at my bra clasp and he quickly works it loose. I sit up so I can let the bra slide down my arms and toss it aside.
He cups my breasts, lifting, bringing me closer to his mouth. He captures one nipple between his lips, licking, nibbling, and sucking hard.
I throw my head back but keep one hand wrapped around his bicep to anchor myself.
He sucks my other nipple into his mouth, teasing until I’m shaking and whimpering. My pulse pounds between my thighs and I spread my legs wider, rubbing myself against him. He groans and tightens his arm around my waist.
“Em.” His voice is a low growl. “Let’s move this upstairs.”
“I don’t think I can wait that long.” I roll my hips against him and he curses. The drawstring at my waist tightens as he tries to tug it loose.
I lean into him, rubbing my sensitive breasts against the soft material of his shirt, and fuse my lips to his. I lift myself enough for him to work my pants over my hips. His rough hand skims over my backside and gently squeezes.
“Emily.” He tears his mouth from mine. “I wanted to take my time. Worship you nice and slow.”
“We can do that later.” I wriggle out of his lap and shimmy my pants off the rest of the way. “I need to ride your cock.”
His gaze slides over my skin, hungry and hot. “Take those off,” he growls, hooking his fingers in my underwear.
I slip them down my legs while he slides down on the couch enough to work his jeans open. He yanks his wallet out of his pocket and finds a condom, quickly squeezing his hard length into it.
“Come here.” He clamps his hand over my hip, roughly guiding me to him. I don’t gracefully drape my leg over him. It’s more like I fall into his lap. I press one hand to his shoulder and lift myself, hovering over the tip of his cock.
“Emily?” He flicks his tortured gaze to mine.
I twitch my hips, teasing him again. This time he captures me with his hands at my waist. There’s no point to a battle. He’s stronger. He’ll easily win. But he holds me still, staring straight into my eyes.
“Are you fucking or teasing?” he asks.
“A little of both?” I raise my eyebrows.
He groans and slowly lifts his hips, while his hands dig into my sides, pulling me down.
“Oh God.” I squeeze my eyes shut. He feels so good. Such sweet agony as I slowly slide down his length.