Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 116031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
“Replaceable.” Unlike the woman in my arms.
Our teeth clash when her mouth crashes back into mine, and I stumble through the house with her attached to the front of my body. I don’t even need to hold her because she’s clinging so tight. I do, though, because I love the feel of her around me and in my hands, the weight of her presence and how it consumes me.
“I want you, Shane, so badly.” Who am I to deny her needs?
I press her against the wall at the opening of the hallway and kiss her good and proper. Deep, so deep that I don’t want her to remember any other kiss existed before this one. Toeing off one shoe and then another, I push under her sweatshirt and then under the Faris Wheel T-shirt to find what I want—those great tits that I plan to worship with my mouth. And my cock, if we’re up for more fun later.
She moans, her head hitting the wall when I take one good handful of the softest skin, rubbing my thumb over the little bud that perks for me. Such a good girl. Shifting, I carry her down the hall, beyond ready to tease her with my tongue and taste her again.
She squeals, laughter following in the wake of me tossing her on the bed. I’m already tugging my clothes off. “Get naked for me.”
Propping up on her elbows, she holds one leg up. “The boots. I need help.”
I take her boot by the heel and toe and pull it off with ease, then take off the other, dumping it beside my feet.
The frenzy of discarding clothes becomes the main attraction until the real show begins. I like watching her maneuver around the bed. I just like looking at her, period.
Lifting her ass, she slides off her shorts and flings them in the air, baring her sweet pussy to me again. Damn, so good. Wriggling about with her arms and head tangled in the sweatshirt, I grin because that’s my girl right there—a beautiful mess.
Reaching down, I help her out by tugging it off, then lean down to kiss her. “How’d I get so lucky?”
She falls back, smiling like the sun is still shining outside. It is for me. “We haven’t even done it yet.”
“I’m not talking about sex.” I slide between her legs in a sweep of my hips against hers, anchoring myself above her. She feels like heaven, her warmth embracing my erection while hooking her leg around my ass and rubbing her socked foot to spur me on with a tap. “I’m talking about you.”
“You’re charming, but you do realize you’ve already gotten me naked?” She steals a kiss. “Except this shirt. Can you help me get it off? It’s tight.”
I know. Perfection. That’s what I liked about it—tight around her tits. I sit up, and say, “Lift.” She raises her arms above her head and thrusts her pelvis upward—the vixen. I pull the shirt off and toss it behind me.
I’ve been fortunate to witness her natural beauty several times before, but I’ll never take it for granted. Reaching down, I grab her tits and knead, giving each their due care. I savor the feel in my hands—soft, pliable, full—and it’s sexy as fuck to watch her get turned on for me.
Rocking against her, I know it would be so easy to slip through her lips and slide inside her sweetness, but I don’t. “Can you feel how much I want you? What you do to me?”
She grins and moves her hips, but the mischief in her eyes has me smirking. “Hmm, I’m not sure.”
“Little vixen”—I chuckle—“I’m going to savor you.”
Swallowing her moans with a kiss, I drag my fingers across her ribs and stomach, pulling back enough to watch as goose bumps trail across her skin.
Cat is stunning, but this feels more than the rampant sexual energy we typically share, like the desire that had us racing back to the house. I feel it in my chest, my throat, that I’d sacrifice my life for hers. I’ve never felt this before. Not with any other woman. I’ve never stuck around long enough to find out, another thing that makes Cat an exception to rules I thought I had firmly put in place. I broke all of them for her, wanting anything she’s willing to give while searching for ways to get more.
The extortion is working in my favor.
It’s not one-sided, though. I see how she looks at me and bites her lip when she wants to say something inappropriate or flirt. I’ve seen it enough to know how to identify the attraction women have for me, but with her, it’s different. Cat looks into my eyes like I’m special beyond the image, the fame, the reputation, the wealth. She asks for nothing but devotion and trust. I’m ready to give it to her.