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)
“We’re still talking about books, right?”
I shrug my free shoulder. “Or in life. Like now.”
“Your favorite books are about kidnapping and forced proximity?”
I wave him off. “It’s hard to explain.” My gaze deviates to the window where the curtains are still open from yesterday, giving me a view of the beginnings of the early morning light. “It’s romantic, and the characters fall in love—oh, forget it. Just trust me.”
“I’m going to have to on this one.” He rolls onto his back, his arm still tucked under my neck. “I don’t even know what we were talking about anymore.”
“It’s okay.” I laugh. “It’s been worked out.”
His hand rubs over my bare hip under the covers. “How are you feeling after last night?”
“So good.”
Falling back again, he stares up at the ceiling with a chuckle. “I caught that when all of Deer Lake heard you screaming my name.”
I mimic him and lie on my back as well. “Scream might be exaggerating a little.” I look over to see him putting his hands up in surrender. The smirk on his face has me rubbing my thighs together. Sooner is better than later for that next hit of bliss.
“I just call it how I hear it,” he teases, “and calling me god is a little formal. I’m also good with your highness, your majesty, my king, lord of the stage—”
“Lord of the stage?” My eyebrows shoot to the heavens above as a fit of laughter catches hold of me. “I know you’re not even joking.”
“I never joke about sex.” Rolling onto his side again, he runs a finger down my chest and between my breasts. “Speaking of . . . I was asking about your body.” The joking ends, and the air stills in reaction. I don’t make a move, and I’m not sure if I should even take a breath. Shane props up on his elbow, cupping my face when he leans forward. “Are you okay? I wanted to go slow for y—”
I meet him, a breath left between us. “It was perfect. Perfect for us.”
His eyes reflect mine, confidence widening his pupils as he takes me in. No words are said. None need to be. We stare into each other’s eyes, silently saying everything we feel.
His gaze dips to my mouth, and he licks his lips, still caressing my cheek. His strong hand is gentle when he pulls me to him. Our lips meet in a tender kiss. I tilt to get closer as I part my mouth, enticing him to take anything he wants of me. Again.
The slip of his tongue has me welcoming him into the depths he’s exploring. It’s as if he touches it, it’s his forever. I return the favor, wanting to own as much of him as I can.
A push and pull that I find so incredibly sexy, neither of us wanting to win or lose. We just want to be in the arena together.
I slide my hand up his neck and weave my fingers into his hair. Pulling him closer as if our mouths attached isn’t enough. It’s not. “I want you inside me.”
“Thought you’d never ask.” He has no qualms about pushing me onto my back as he slides through the covers.
“I didn’t. It was a command.”
“So fucking sexy, baby.” He kisses me. It’s a formidable embrace as he settles between my legs. The tip of his cock presses against my entrance, and he leans forward, blue eyes alight with anticipation.
My fingertips play over his ribs before I grip his shoulders. “So fucking sexy.”
His growl sends a shiver through me for just a moment, and he steals a breath before I have time to release it. “I’ll be gentle.”
“I’m not sure I want that.” I try for confident, but the lightest of chuckles rumbles from his chest as he leans down to kiss my neck, working his cock inside me inch by glorious inch.
A thrust has me shoving the back of my head into the pillow and groaning, a mixture of heaven and hell coming together. I want it all with him, so I embrace the stretch, the burn, and the fullness of his cock as it fills me by wrapping my arms around him and taking what feels so much like mine already. “Yes, babe,” I purr, letting my senses take over. Feel. Touch. So good. The scent of him and us coming together is a potent aphrodisiac and driving me for more. “So good.”
His hips thrust, and I meet him each time with a push of my own, enveloping him as he engulfs my soul. My thoughts swim in him as he plunders my body on his own accord. His back and shoulders are taut, and the feel of hills and mountains of muscles makes me even wetter for him. The sound of our connection grows louder, intermingling with uncontrollable moans of pleasure. “Lord of the stage, you hurt so good.”