Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
I’m about to argue with his metaphors, but that’s the moment he captures a nipple in his mouth and I forget to breathe. The sensation causes a wave of arousal that’s piercing and sweet. I hold on as he licks and sucks one nipple and then the other.
His hands finally fully cup my ass, and he stands up like I don’t weigh a thing. He’s kissing me again as he moves over to the bed. I can hear people chatting in the living room, but it doesn’t really register because my world is all about him for now.
He lays me down on the soft comforter that covers his probably going to be a tight fit bed and pulls the tank over his head and tosses it aside. His chest is a thing of beauty, made of lean muscle and graceful lines. There’s the faintest dusting of hair there that tickles my breasts when he lowers himself down.
When he’s on top of me, the bed suddenly doesn’t seem small. It seems just right. I love his weight on me as he presses me down. His mouth finds mine again, and I’m infused with heat. I wrap myself around him, loving every inch of skin I can touch.
He kisses his way down my throat and over my chest. When I feel him kissing the curve of my belly, a deep sense of anticipation hits my system, knocking through all the walls I’ve built up recently. I realize I’ve spent the last year so focused on getting back to the top that I haven’t let myself want anything else.
I want him. I want everything he can give me. Pleasure. Security. Affection. They might be temporary, but I want them.
He gets to his knees and unties the string holding the sweats on me. He’s staring down as he drags them off my body and I’m naked. There’s nothing but appreciation in those eyes of his, and I don’t even think about being insecure. He makes me feel sexy, like my body has a purpose beyond hauling me around to business meetings and typing out line after line of code.
He lowers himself down again, and those kisses of his turn ravenous as he spreads my legs and makes good on his threat to make a meal of me.
It’s beyond anything. The intimacy, the sensations have me clawing at the blanket beneath me. I have to hold on because I’m riding this magnificent wave he’s created with his lips and tongue, and I don’t ever want it to stop.
He eases one finger inside me, teasing at my core, and I’m done for. I can’t help the shout that comes out of my throat as he sends me right over the edge and into complete pleasure. I feel the blood pounding through my body as every muscle seems to tense and then blissfully release.
He’s on his feet then, shoving his pants off, and I get a look at him. Heath is beautiful inside and out. I can’t imagine how I ever thought he was nerdy, except I kind of like a nerd. He’s a hot nerd. Exactly my type, and I can’t help but smile as he fumbles with the condom.
He grins at me. “I’m suddenly not good with my hands.”
I push off the bed and take the condom. “I’ll help you.”
His eyes close as I take him in hand, loving the feel of him. I paid attention in sex ed. I know how to roll a condom on, but I have to admit to taking my time. I watch his chest hitch as I stroke him.
“You’re going to kill me,” he whispers.
“Never.” He’s kind of the only person I like in the world right now. I intend to be very careful with him.
I finally stop teasing him and get the condom on and then he’s easing me onto the bed again. His weight comes down on me and when he kisses me this time, I can taste my own arousal on his lips.
I feel him, his cock sliding over me as he makes a place for himself between my legs. It makes my breath catch.
“I need you to know I’m not playing around with you,” he says.
I stop him because the last thing I want right now is a Heath speech. He’s the good guy. I get it. He’s the one who won’t hurt me. He needs to be the one who makes me forget everything but how good he can make me feel. I know how to get to him though. I bring my head up and kiss him while I tilt my hips and wrap my legs around his waist.
“Fuck,” he whispers against my lips, and then I feel him inside me.
This is what I need. I’ve needed it for so long I forgot how good it can feel to be deeply connected to someone I like.