Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
His hand slid up my side until it covered my right breast. I arched into his touch. If he touched me, it would wash away all the dirty that came with memories of my past. His thumb brushed back and forth over my nipple. I turned toward him and pulled up my skirt so I could straddle his lap. His hands moved around to cup my bottom, and he paused when he felt bare skin. I couldn’t wear panties with this dress.
“Trinity.” His voice was hoarse.
“Hmm?” I replied, pressing a kiss to the side of his mouth.
“Why aren’t you wearing panties?”
“Because you could see my panty line in this dress.”
He squeezed my butt cheeks and groaned. “I was just going to kiss you, baby. You’ve been through it tonight. We don’t need to fuck. Let me put you in one of my shirts and hold you until you fall asleep.”
I slid forward until I could feel his erection between my legs. “Or you could fuck me until I pass out,” I suggested.
His grip on my bottom tightened. “I’m real wound up right now. A lot of shit in my head. Seeing you like that has me wired. You need gentle. I can hold you gently. Can’t let myself get carried away.”
I leaned back and looked at him. “You’re worried you’ll fuck me too hard?”
His jaw clenched, and he nodded. I tried not to smile. I called it fuck or fucking because it turned him on when I said the word.
“Maybe I need to be fucked hard. Maybe having your hands all over me will take away the bad stuff. Make me think of only you.”
The flash of hunger in his eyes was different somehow. It made me shiver. Was it territorial or possessive? What was the cause of it?
When he didn’t move, I pulled my dress up enough so that he could see me, and I slid my hand down to play with my clit. His eyes followed me, and his body jerked when my finger slid in between my folds.
“You sure you want this tonight?” His voice was deeper.
I bit my bottom lip and nodded. I needed it. I needed to just remember him. When I slept, I wanted it to be Huck that I saw. He could wash away all the nightmares.
His hand went to the zipper on the back of my dress, and he slid it down. Then, he pulled it up over my head. I raised my arms so he could take it off. His eyes went to my boobs, and I let my arms down slowly. I watched him as his hands covered my breasts and held them.
“You were naked under that dress tonight,” he said in a reverent tone.
I shivered.
“You were already the most beautiful woman at the fucking party. I was struggling with not touching you the way I wanted to. If I’d known you had nothing on under this dress, I’d have taken you to that damn library and fucked you.”
He’d thought I was beautiful. Why that made me tear up, I didn’t know. I’d just cried for the first time in eight years. I hoped I wasn’t going to start crying about everything. My heart felt tight as I looked at him.
He lowered his head but kept his eyes locked on mine while he began to lick and suck on my breasts. My hands threaded through his hair as I watched him. Something had changed. I couldn’t explain it, but there was this pull inside of me. A desperation of sorts to be near him. Almost as if I couldn’t survive without being as close to him as I could get.
I began to shove off his tuxedo coat. I wanted his chest bare, our skin touching. He stopped what he was doing and helped me get the coat and his shirt off his body. I splayed my hands over his bare chest and soaked in the warmth of his skin. I loved how he felt, how he looked. Leaning down, I licked his tight, flat nipple, and he made a noise low in his throat. Switching to the other one, I did the same. The urge to lick his entire chest began to take over me, and I started licking and kissing the taut skin that stretched over his muscles.
“Baby, you’ve got about five more seconds of this,” he growled.
Frantically, I kissed the spot over his heart and then licked at the tribal tattoo there. In one swift move, Huck had me on my back underneath him as he began to unzip his pants. His eyes locked on mine. I lowered my gaze, wanting to see him when he was free of his bottoms. Tonight, he had on black boxer briefs. When he pulled those down and his erection sprang free, I realized I loved that too. The metal bar taunted me as he moved over my body.