Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“What are you thinking about?” Ryan asked, his finger twirling a small lock of my hair.
I smiled, but it only made it to one side of my face. “Don’t think it’s dumb.”
“I won’t.”
“The park.”
He stopped his twirling and rolled over, so he was hovering over me. “The park?”
I nodded, brushing my fingertips through his chest hair until he trembled. “You and Darlene talked about it. Your place. Where you guys went a lot. She talked about it as if it were somewhere you were supposed to take me.”
He leaned toward my lips but didn’t kiss them. Instead, he nibbled my lower lip, then traveled down my neck and back up to my ear, kissing the bottom of my lobe. “Remember that last time we met? I sent you directions, but we came in here instead.”
I scoffed. “And you took advantage of me?”
“I did not.”
I giggled. “I remember.”
“That was the park. The place I texted you.”
So he was going to take me. All this time. Before I’d left him at that restaurant before we’d had sex that second time, he wanted to take me there. “But it was your special place. You and Darlene made it special. We just met. I’m not worth that.”
“What does that mean?”
I sighed, thinking more carefully about my next words. “I don’t want you to take me because you feel like you need to, just to make up for things.” But he hadn’t, I remembered. He’d wanted to take me even before I knew about it.
He curled his body around mine and rubbed a spot on my arm. “What if I want to take you there because that place is special to me, and what if I want to take you there because I want it to be special to you, too?”
When I started to pull away, he hugged me closer. I didn’t fight it. I didn’t want to. He nudged me to turn over, waiting for me to do so before he bent closer to my neck. When he kissed me, the fire that ignited within me drew a gasp from my lips; I felt the scorching flame of desire writhing within me. “I want you,” he said, pressing his mouth firmly against my collarbone. “I want to know everything …” another kiss, “… there is to know.”
My body felt paralyzed and at the mercy of his touch. Every kiss felt like a branding iron that melted my resolve, replacing it with the primal desires of my heart.
His hands were warm—so, so warm—and when they traveled to my hips, I shuddered in anticipation. The hair around his lips tickled my side as he inhaled my scent. Despite the daylight pouring in, every spot on my body his lips kissed left behind a chill.
“Be with me, Christie.” His voice was husky and thick with an aching hunger, but one he seemed patient to sate only when I agreed.
I smiled at the prospect of power and chose not to respond. Swiftly, I pulled at his jeans, and he ripped them down over his ankles, his breath heavy and wanting. I arched toward him, shedding my clothes as he pulled off his shirt, and soon we were bare to the world and each other, all our yearnings there to see.
Ryan stared and swallowed deeply. His eyes searched my body, but he didn’t move. “You gonna do something, or do I have to show you?” I smiled, but he seemed entranced.
“Be with me?”
The pleading tone in his words made my mouth water, my body lusting after all he wanted to give me. This wasn’t just him taking me—not anymore. He wanted me here, but he wanted my heart along with it. He wanted it all.
“Yes.”
As if it were a cue, Ryan dove toward me and crushed my mouth with his. He devoured my tongue and pressed his palms against my breasts until I squealed. When he pulled back for a breath, I took my chance and stroked the erection that had become firm and ready, but it wasn’t time yet, and I’d milk every moment we had.
It was so new, yet it felt so familiar, his hands carving the form of my body as if he were a sculptor molding clay. My breath hitched when his fingers danced around my entrance, teasing me with what was soon to come. I couldn’t wait. Not for long.
“Keep going,” he rasped, and I realized I’d stopped stroking him.
His wetness helped my hand move from the base to the head of his penis; then before he could argue, I twisted so I could take him in my mouth. Ryan moaned loudly when he reached the back of my throat, but I pulled back until I only held the tip in my lips and used my tongue to stroke it more.
Ryan stretched my legs on either side of him, his fingers dancing quickly around my clit. I bucked when he thrust several fingers from his free hand inside me, forcing his member deeper down my throat.