Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Dirty images slammed into his head, things that had to do with them in a bed, her beneath him, her smooth, soft skin bared, her legs parted. He could picture what she looked like, could imagine sinking into her over and over again until they both went over the edge.
Clothes were a barrier between them, but he could still feel every part of her. He ran his palm over her nipple, groaning when the little bead tightened beneath the material of her shirt.
He took her mouth harder, with more urgency, worrying that he might be too rough, too demanding, but unable to help himself. Keira drove him crazy. There had never been another female who had him in knots or had him so worked up he could come just by the feel of her breath along his lips.
“Reese.” Her head fell back against the wall, and he latched his mouth onto her throat. She tasted sweet, like vanilla and honey.
The flavor bathed his tongue in everything that was Keira. His cock throbbed in her hand, her skin smooth, the heat from her palm having his balls draw up with his impending orgasm.
He reminded himself that going slow was what he needed, what they both needed. He wanted her so fucking badly, could have easily sated them both and taken her right up against the wall, but she deserved better than their first time happening in her foyer right before they were supposed to go on a date.
He meant it when he told her she was different from others. He had no plans on going anywhere, not when it was clear she was just as into this as he was, but he wouldn’t be sleeping with her right now. But even knowing all that, he couldn’t pull away just yet.
“That’s it, baby.” He pressed his stiff dick farther into her hand, fucking himself in her palm. They both groaned.
He started a slow rhythm against her and loved that her breathing changed in response, her body so primed and ready for him.
“God, Keira. The things you’re doing to me.” If they kept this up, he would come in her hand in just a few short strokes. “The things I want to do to you,” he murmured, not meaning to say those words out loud.
Her mouth was by his ear, and she whispered, “It feels so good, Reese. Don’t stop.” He squeezed her breast, the mound soft and giving, and she moaned, thrusting her chest out to him more.
She was so damn responsive to his touch.
“Yeah, baby.” He moved his hips forward more, harder, adding to the pace. She gripped his bicep with her other hand, her nails digging into his skin.
He could see himself sliding his hand up her inner thigh and touching those innocent little panties he knew she wore. He bet they were wet, soaked just for him.
And just when he knew he was at the point of no return, he forced himself away from her. The feat was the hardest fucking thing he’d done to date, and the look of arousal-laced need on her face almost had him going to her again.
Not here. Not yet.
“We have to stop, baby.” The words were forced out of him, as if his traitorous body was resisting the act of not touching her. “I want this,” he groaned as he stared at her lips. “God, I fucking want this.” He closed his eyes and grappled with his control.
If this was how he felt and he hadn’t even fully claimed her, he didn’t know if he’d survive once he was finally inside her.
Keira took a deep, steadying breath and let Reese’s words sink in. She knew they had to stop, if not for anything else, then it was clear he struggled with his control right now. But it felt wrong to stop what they were doing, especially since it felt so good.
Her gaze dropped down to his erection that was still out of his pants. God, he was so big, so hard. It was, in all honesty, a little intimidating.
When he was tucked back in his jeans and she’d allowed her body some time to cool down as she gathered her composure, he stepped back in front of her, smoothing a thumb over her cheek. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as that arousal started to climb again all from that one touch.
“You’re going to be the fucking death of me,” he murmured, his voice low but deep, as if he were lost in thought.
When she opened her eyes, she saw his focus was on her lips. Keira realized she still tugged at the flesh.
“As much as I’d love to stay here with you just like this, I do want that date still.”
She felt her face heat at his words, but she nodded.