Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“Good enough,” I say, twisting to turn off the water. Pulling back the curtain, I step out and toss him a towel, then twist my hair in one, and use the other to dry off before wrapping it around my body.
Brooks steps out of the shower, running the towel I gave him over his hair. Once he’s satisfied, he tosses it into the hamper and then tugs the one around my body, gripping it and tossing it as well.
“What are we doing with this?” he asks, pointing to the towel on my head.
Tilting my head to the side, I pull the towel off and hand it to him. “Where are the condoms?”
Brooks chuckles before bending over and lifting me into his arms. “In the nightstand. I bought a new box when we started this.”
“Oh, you were out?” I ask. I don’t really want to know the answer, but the question slips out before I can think better of it, and there’s no taking it back now.
“I don’t bring women here. I had a small box that had been in my truck for a while. I pitch them after a couple of months, not willing to use them if they’ve been damaged, and bought us a new box.” He tosses me on the bed, making me laugh with each bounce, as I watch him pull open the nightstand and retrieve a large unopened box of condoms.
“Economy size? I like it.” I eye the large box of condoms, and all I can think about is the places in this house we can use them. That’s what this man does to me.
“I knew my usual box of three would never be enough when it comes to you.”
“I don’t know, Kincaid,” I say, tapping my index finger against my chin. “It’s been weeks.”
“Palmer,” he growls. “Life keeps getting in our way, but not tonight. Tonight, Mother Nature was on our side, and here you are. In my bed where you belong. Where I’ve wanted you for all those weeks you’re going on about.”
“Prove it.”
His eyes smolder. He tears open the box and pulls out a strip, tossing it on the bed next to me.
“What are you doing? You need one of those.” I reach for the strip and tear one off, handing it to him.
“You’re not ready.”
“Trust me, big guy, I’m ready.”
“Prove it.” He smirks, proud of himself for tossing my words back at me.
I wasn’t lying. I’m ready for him. The dancing and then the shower were more than enough for me. I’m wet and aching for him. He wants me to prove it, so I do. Grabbing his hand, I boldly move it between my thighs. He handles the rest as he swipes his index finger through my folds.
“Fuck,” he mumbles. Before I know what’s happening, he’s lifting me further up the bed, my wet hair on his pillow. His broad shoulders are between my thighs, and his mouth is on my clit. He moans as if I’m the best meal he’s ever had, and the sounds cause fire to build in my veins.
“Told you,” I manage to sass, making him laugh. He slides one long digit inside me, causing my eyes to roll back in my head. Reaching for the condoms, not sure where the one I tore off went, I tear off another and grip his hair, pulling him up to look at me. “Now, Brooks. Please.” I hold up the single condom.
He sits back on his legs, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and tears open the condom. I watch his every move as he rolls it along his length. Then he’s hovering over me. His muscular arms keeping his weight from my body, but I don’t want him to hold back. I want him. All of him. I want his weight. I want his arms around me. I want his cock inside me. I want his mouth devouring me.
I just want him.
All of him.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him down to me. “Let me feel you.”
“I don’t want to crush you.”
“You won’t.”
He nods and settles further between my thighs, reaching between us and aligning himself at my entrance. His hands are locked at the top of my head while mine grip his biceps.
“Beautiful,” he whispers as he pushes inside me for the first time.
“So full,” I mumble, burying my face in his neck.
“Palmer, I need to see your eyes.”
I drop back on the pillow and force my eyes to open to look at him. “Hi.”
“Hi.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “Your eyes tell me so much. I need to see them while I’m inside you. I need to know that you’re okay, and selfishly I want your eyes on me when you fall apart.”
He pulls out and pushes back in, starting at a slow, steady pace. “Your pussy is going crazy.”