Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 163328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 653(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 653(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
A violent tremor raced through him, and we shuddered together.
I kissed his shoulder blades, tasting salt mist and lust on his damp, velvety skin. My hand trailed down his bulging arm. I kept going, past his elbow, around to the front of his hips, and gripped him where he gripped himself.
Thick, swollen, masculine need overfilled my palm. He groaned, deep and throaty. My mouth dried. My skin caught fire.
“Bennett…” He twined his fingers around mine and slid our hands along his hardness. “Christ, yes. I’ve imagined this so many times.”
A jar sat to the side on the rail. Whatever it was, he’d used it to lubricate. The glide of our fingers moved deliciously over the shape of him as if stroking liquid satin.
Satin over steel that went on and on forever.
I’d seen a lot of naked men in my life but never one with this much girth and length. And I still hadn’t seen him.
“How are you so big?” I tightened the circle of my fingers, unable to make them touch all the way around.
“Superior breeding.”
I swore I heard a smile in his voice. “Let me see you.”
The backs of his legs trembled against my thighs. Humidity clung to our skin. Being this close to him, both of us nude and sliding together… God, I burned, feverish beyond the heat of the Caribbee night.
He turned toward me, crowding my smaller frame. His fingers caught my wrists and held them at my lower back, making my heart thump with dangerous yearnings.
With my hands restrained, he brought our bodies flush together, trapping his arousal between us.
My gaze tipped upward, questing. Blue eyes stared back, steady, unwavering, no signs of running.
He hauled me up his towering body, lifting me onto my toes. Chest to chest, I had nowhere to go as he pried my lips open with the demand of his. Hungry breaths poured into me, his tall, strong build bearing my weight and scorching my skin.
His kiss ate me alive, devouring the recesses of my mouth, licking inside me, and swallowing my moans. I was drunk on it, intoxicated by the intensity in which he dominated every movement.
Sucking at the edges of my lips, he used his tongue like a weapon against my defenses, lashing blow after blow until I gave up all pretense of resistance.
His hands continued to shackle mine behind me, his arms binding us together as his mouth hunted and claimed. His jaw widened my lips so he could sink deeper, farther, twisting my senses into a whirlpool of dark, smothering desires.
I’d never imagined a kiss could be so blinding and incorporeal. Our mouths and souls fused together as though we were melded in a forge and fashioned as one in molten fire.
He transferred my wrists to one hand and used the other to rain insatiable caresses upon my skin. He touched me everywhere, between my face and my hips, kissing me passionately and always returning to my breasts. He seemed to love my sensitive nipples, his fingers tweaking and plucking them into hard, elongated peaks.
But I ached to feel that hand elsewhere, to travel lower, where he’d never touched me bare. I was so wet and wanton I thought I would die with waiting.
By the time he sought the curls between my legs, every nerve in my body was quaking. He rubbed firm fingers along my wet slit and sheathed them slowly, sensually. The pleasure that assailed me was so exquisite I bit him mid-kiss, crying out.
“Dripping.” He brushed his cheek against mine and panted at my ear. “You want this.”
God confound me. “Yes.”
He grasped my shoulders and spun me toward the rail.
“Wait.” I swayed, trying to shift back. “What are you—?”
“Don’t let go.” He forcibly clapped my hands onto the balustrade and gave them a commanding squeeze.
His chest covered my back, his body heavy and rigid as though fighting for every shred of self-control.
“Ashley.” I craned my neck, trying to see him over my shoulder. “I want to look at you and kiss you while you fuck me.”
He pressed his face against my nape and ground out a sound of mingled frustration and pleasure.
“If you want this…” His mouth moved to the side of my neck, and his teeth clamped down. A threatening, lust-filled bite. “Stop talking.”
I did want it, but not if he meant to take me like a whore. Before I’d met Priest, this had been my preferred position, for it was less complicated, less awkward with men I didn’t know.
Then Priest showed me the divine pleasure and intimacy in eye contact during lovemaking. I wanted that with Ashley.
But he wasn’t having it. With a hand clenched on my hip, he affixed me to the rail and bent over my back. Effectively trapping me, he glided the head of his enormous erection through my slickness from behind.