Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“When do you think this deal should start?” I asked.
“Right now,” she answered, licking her lips when she saw exactly how hard I was. Boxer briefs weren’t the best at keeping a guy contained.
Her eyes met mine and the sheer hunger I saw there nearly knocked me on my ass. My hands gripped her ass as I picked her up, and then her mouth was on mine, and that kiss we’d begun a few minutes earlier quickly spun out of control.
With her ankles locked behind my back, I carried her to my bedroom, never once breaking the kiss. I’d wanted this woman for the better part of two months, and now I was actually going to have her.
I laid her in the center of my bed and then settled between her soft thighs. Then I put my plan in motion, kissing every inch of exposed skin she had. I followed the pattern of her cherry tree tattoo with my tongue, and I kissed the swirls and dips of the lotus and lace pattern that ran down her shoulder.
She gasped and arched beneath me when I lingered on the area between her breasts, and a quick flick of my fingers later, her bra was on the floor.
“Fuck, I love these,” I told her, taking the mounds into my hands and rolling her nipples. “Do you have any idea just how many times, how many ways I’m going to make you come?”
Her cry was sweet when I took one peak in my mouth.
“Wait!” she gasped.
I stilled.
“There are rules.” Her chest rose and fell rapidly under my mouth, but I sat back on my knees and worked diligently to keep my eyes on hers and not her incredible body.
“For sex?” I asked. “I’ll respect whatever limits you have.”
She blinked. “Well, yeah, I already knew that or I wouldn’t have offered you this kind of arrangement. And honestly, you can do whatever you want with me. I’ll let you know if I’m not into it.”
“Okay, then what rules?” My mind ran amok, thinking of all the ways I wanted to take her, but I kept myself grounded in the moment.
“No falling in love.”
“Okay?” I would have grinned if she didn’t look so serious. There was zero playfulness in those turquoise eyes. Since when was falling in love a bad thing? I’d only done it once or twice, but each relationship had taught me some much-needed lessons.
“I’m serious. We keep it casual. Falling in love only ends with one or both of us getting hurt, and I don’t want that.” Her lips flattened.
Holy shit, this girl wasn’t just scarred, she was covering up some serious damage that hadn’t healed. I didn’t bother to argue that love wasn’t something that could be controlled, nor did I point out that a lot of our friends were happily married. I simply nodded because that was what she needed.
“What else?” I asked, ignoring the way my cock throbbed for her.
“While we’re doing this—” she motioned between us.
“While we’re fucking?” I clarified. Her eyes flared, and her hands reached for me, but she snatched them back and gripped the comforter.
“Right.” She arched an eyebrow. “While we’re fucking, you don’t fuck anyone else.”
“Deal. Is that it?” I was already lowering myself to her breasts.
“Hold on.” She wiggled back until her head reached the pillows and she ran out of room to retreat. “It’s that easy? You’re a big-time NHL star now. Are you telling me you’re okay with turning down the puck bunnies from now on? It’s not like I haven’t seen firsthand how relentless those girls are at the bar.”
I stalked her, climbing up the bed until I had her caged beneath me again. Then I feathered kisses down her jaw. “I haven’t fucked any other woman since I got here in February,” I told her between nips and caresses.
“But,” she sighed, “but it’s April. Are you telling me there hasn’t been anyone else?”
“Exactly. I fucked my way through college, Echo. I’m not stupid enough to start that shit in the NHL. Besides, I seem to have developed a thing for smartass girls with purple hair, who literally couldn’t give a shit if I’m a Reaper or not.” I moved to her neck and her fingers tangled in my hair.
“Oh. God, that feels good.”
“It’s supposed to.” I moved to her breasts and started on them again. The little gasps she gave as I sucked at her nipples had me even harder, if that was possible.
She squirmed under me, and I made my way down her belly until I had the straps of her thong in my hands, and I worked the fabric down her legs.
Finally, I had her naked.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I told her as I looked her over.
“You make me feel that way.” She reached for me, and I covered her, hissing at the perfection of her skin against mine.