Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
six
SYDNEY
Gideon reaches out, wrapping an arm around my waist and drawing me protectively against him in the flickering candlelight, sending a zap of awareness tingling across my skin.
“Don’t worry,” I assure him. “This happens all the time during storms. The lights usually come on again in an hour or so.”
“I’m not worried,” he says, his voice husky. “At least, not about that…”
I mold my hands to his chest, relishing the solid feel of him beneath his sweater. “Good. I’m…” I swallow before continuing in a breathier voice, “I’m not worried either. About anything.”
“I can’t offer you more than tonight,” he says as his hand slides lower, settling at the small of my back, just above the swell of my ass. “And you’re the type of woman who deserves a hell of a lot more than that, Sydney. I wish I could be the man who shows up for you, on time, every time.”
“I’d like that,” I say, the ache between my legs so intense, it’s almost painful. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want this man, and I intend to have him, even if it is only for a night. “But I understand. I’m okay with one night, though I’ve never…” I swallow, then wet my suddenly dry lips. “I’ve never had a one-night thing before.”
“I would be honored to be your first,” he murmurs seconds before his lips touch mine.
His words make me think of other “firsts” he should probably know about, but his kiss soon banishes thought from my mind entirely. For the first time in ages, I’m out of my brain and in my body, lost in the way his tongue sweeps against mine, the way his hands roam over my curves, setting fire to every place he touches. The way he rasps my name like a prayer as his hand slips up and under my sweatshirt, cupping my bare breast in his hand.
“No bra.” He curses beneath his breath. “Fuck, Sydney.”
“Not a fan of bras,” I say, moaning as he rolls my nipple between his fingers. “Really not a fan of them now. I love your hands on me.”
“I want more than my hands on you,” he says, making my breath catch as he leverages one thick thigh between my legs, giving me something firm and delicious to rock against as he continues to play with my nipples. “I want to spread you out on the floor and devour your wet pussy with my mouth.”
“How do you know I’m wet?” I ask, gasping as his free hand dives down the front of my sweatpants and panties, slipping between my slick folds with a confidence that makes my knees even weaker.
“I know you’re wet because I know you feel the same thing I feel,” he says, pushing two fingers inside me as his thumb circles my clit. “That you felt it the second we touched. Chemistry like this doesn’t happen every day. Not to me, anyway.”
“Me, either,” I say, clinging to his shoulders as he swiftly drives me to the brink of the first non-self-administered orgasm I’ve experienced since my junior year of undergrad. Adrian and I never made it past the fully clothed make-out stage, and I was too busy to date before that.
No, not too busy, I admit to myself as Gideon’s lips wage gentle war with mine. I just didn’t understand what all the fuss was about. Yes, the making out was great, but I had so many other things I wanted to accomplish and goals I was determined to achieve. Finding someone to mess around with wasn’t a priority for me.
I had no idea desire could feel like this, like a giant wave bearing down on the shore or a fire hot enough to burn down the world. It’s inescapable, wild, and a little scary, but fear is no match for the things Gideon’s voice does to me as he whispers, “Come for me, butterfly girl. Come on my fingers before I fuck you with my mouth. I can’t wait to taste you, to have this wet pussy gushing all over my tongue.”
“Gideon,” I cry out, my head falling back as an orgasm unlike anything I’ve felt before slams through me. I come so hard that time seems to skip. I lose myself in ripples of thick, sticky pleasure, only realizing I’m on the floor when I hear Gideon say, “Lift your hips, baby. I need this off you. I need to see you.”
My lashes flutter, bringing the ceiling of the lamp room into focus. I glance down to see Gideon hovering over me, his fingers curled over the top of my sweatpants. My shirt vanished somewhere between standing and lying down. My breasts are bare, and my hard nipples stand at attention in the cool room. Once Gideon strips my pants and underwear down my legs, I’ll be completely exposed, while he remains fully clothed.