Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
She laughed. “I don’t think you do.”
I slipped my hands inside the robe and caressed her hips. “Yes. I definitely have a minute.”
“But the dog.”
“He’s fine.” My hands stole up to her breasts and I kneaded them gently.
“I have that key right here.”
“Key?” I bent my head to her chest and took one perfect pink nipple in my mouth.
“Yes, the key to my—”
I cut her off with a hungry kiss, pinning her back against the door. Suddenly I was ravenous for her, and I couldn’t wait another minute to taste her. Dropping to my knees, I slung one of her legs over my shoulder and buried my face in her pussy, breathing in the sweet, honeyed scent of her, licking her soft, sensitive skin, fluttering her clit with my tongue.
She gasped and moaned, filling her hands with my hair. I slid a hand up her thigh and eased two fingers inside her, stroking her the way she liked, tilting my head this way and that to feast on her like a man starved.
In no time at all, she was riding my hand and my face, crying out with abandon, her pussy clenching around my fingers. With an agonized growl, I rose to my feet, my tongue swiping one pebbled nipple on my way. Her leg dropped to the floor, and her hands went right for my fly. Within seconds, I was poised to enter.
“Fuck,” I said. “Do you have a condom?”
“No,” she said breathlessly. “But I don’t care. I’m good if you are. I’m on the pill.”
“I’m good.” I grabbed her behind one thigh and hitched her leg up, then pushed my cock inside her, groaning at the snug, sublime fit. Slowly, I thrust upward, pulled back, then thrust again.
“Oh, God,” she whispered, clinging to my neck. “You feel so good.”
It was good—so good I couldn’t speak. And I couldn’t hold back. Some primal instinct took over, and my deliberate pace quickly turned into an all-out sprint. I raced toward the finish line, fucking her hard and fast, my hips flexing in short, quick jabs that knocked her back into the door and lifted her right off the ground.
Her arms and legs wrapped around me. I gripped her thighs hard. My legs began to tremble. I could smell sweat and sex and the sweetness of her skin. Then I was coming inside her, my cock buried deep, my body yearning for more, harder, faster, deeper, yes, take it, take it, take it, take it . . .
When my senses returned, I was still holding her up, our bodies still linked. “Jesus. Are you okay?”
“Yes.” She laughed softly. “I might walk a little funny tomorrow, maybe have a bruise or two on my back, but I’m okay.”
“Sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
She nipped at my jaw. “I didn’t mind. But I need a minute, okay?”
“Okay.” Carefully, I set her on her feet and pulled out. She went straight for the bathroom, shutting the door behind her, and I felt bad, like maybe I should have followed her and cleaned up my own mess. Next time, I’d make sure to offer.
God, I hoped there would be a next time. In fact, I wanted to stay the night with her. Or invite her to come home with me. I wanted to fall asleep with her naked body wrapped in my arms and wake up to kiss her goodbye in the morning when she left for work.
What the actual fuck?
I zipped up my pants and told myself to calm down. Was this what Xander had been talking about? Did good sex create strings? Was this what it felt like to grow attached to someone? This feeling that you’d never grow tired of them, that you just wanted to be with them all the time, and when you were apart you couldn’t stop thinking of them and things you wanted to do for them?
The bathroom door opened, and Ari came out, her robe tied again. My heart thundered in my chest, and I had to take a deep breath and stick my hands in my pockets so I didn’t throw her over my shoulder and carry her into the bedroom.
She went over to a little table against the wall by the door and picked up a key. “For you,” she said. “Not that I expect you to come over here and do work. You don’t have to.”
I took the key and tucked it into my pocket. “I know.”
“Can I make dinner for you tomorrow night?”
“That sounds good.”
“What should I make?”
“You choose.”
“Okay.” Smiling, she slipped easily into my arms once more, pressing her cheek to my chest. “You better go. I bet Fritz is lonely.”
“Yeah.” I kissed the top of her head, and when she tilted her head back, I lowered my lips to hers. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”