Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
She throws the door open, and I never get tired of that first moment I lay eyes on her, and the charge in my body she creates just by being in the same space with me. My eyes travel over her. Her boots are gone. Her long, athletic legs are bare beneath her skirt. And her blouse is now a tank top with no bra. She is so damn beautiful and smart. I never had a chance with Bella. This is always where we were going to end up. Me so damn hard I can barely walk and forever at her mercy because it’s so much more than a physical reaction with Bella.
I don’t pretend not to be here to stay. I step into the foyer and to my relief, she steps into me, her hands already all over me. I kick the door shut and cup her head, “I tried to stay away. I’ve spent five years trying to stay away from you, Bella.”
“Stop trying,” she murmurs. “I don’t want you to stay away.” She pushes to her toes and presses her mouth to mine. The instant her tongue touches my tongue, I’m already over the edge. Hungry for her in a deep, primal way that is addictive as hell. If I could live in this feeling she gives me for the rest of my life, it would be a happy life. My tongue licks into her mouth, and the taste of her spreads through me like wildfire. And that wildfire is a contagion that consumes us both.
We’re all over each other, touching each other, licking at each other, as if we’re starving animals and we’re the only thing keeping each other alive. Her mission seems to be to get me undressed, which is counter to mine—to get her naked, and me inside her. But her soft hands slide under my shirt and shove it upward and I pull it over my head. By the time it hits the floor, she’s kissing my chest, and caressing me all over. I catch her face and kiss her and, in the process, try like hell to think enough to toe off my shoes.
I’m back to my mission of getting her naked.
I stroke a puckered nipple through her tank top and then catch the hem, dragging it over her head and it’s only appropriate that I worship her gorgeous breasts. My arm goes around her waist, anchoring her. My eyes rake over her puckered pink nipples even before I caress her breast and pinch her nipple. My hand slides up her back and when it covers her breast, she arches into the touch, her hand covering mine as if she doesn’t want me to stop touching her.
Holy hell, it’s been too long since I had her naked in my arms even if in truth, LA was only a week ago now. It feels like an eternity. I turn her around and unzip her skirt, dragging it down her hips and giving her backside a little smack, vowing to one day convince her to actually let me spank her. She yelps with the barely-there sting and gasps my name, “Tyler.”
She tries to turn, but she’s obviously forgotten her skirt when I have not. I lift her and kick it away from her bare feet. The minute I set her down, she rotates in my arms and presses herself against me. I tangle my fingers in her hair, a rough, erotic tug to my grip, that matches the rough pull of lust controlling me right now.
“One day I’m going to spank you, Bella, and you’re going to like it.” I don’t give her time to object. I kiss her, a brush of my lips over hers, the sweet floral scent of hers driving me wild. “It’s been way too long since I had you like this.”
“This moment would be so much better if you were naked, too,” she says, and she reaches for my pants, stroking my cock.
I catch her hand. “This is going to be really fast if you keep doing that.”
“We can do it again,” she proclaims. “Like in LA.”
I stroke her hair. “Yeah, baby. Like in LA.”
I cup her sweet little backside, and kiss her, but I can feel the hum of need inside me, and there isn’t going to be a whole lot of savoring until later tonight. When, as she said, we do this again. But I don’t follow that by losing my pants. Not yet. Once I’m inside her, I’ll be too aroused to do anything but fuck her hard and fast. I scoop her up in my arms, and she is so tiny and delicate when the truth is she is the toughest woman I’ve ever known. The kind of woman you fight for and hope like hell you get right where I am now, with her naked in your arms, begging me to fuck her.