Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 50828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“Remind me to thank her later for the suggestion.”
Is he intimating that he’s planning to put his mouth there? I gulp.
His smile widens. “Look at you blush.”
Resisting the urge to fidget under his hot gaze, I watch him tear off his coat and tie while he kicks off his shoes. “Anything you don’t like in bed? Anything you won’t do?”
“Um…not that I know of.”
“No hard limits?” He saunters closer, grinning like I’ve just given him the best gift of the Christmas season. “This is going to be fun. But if you don’t like or aren’t ready for something, tell me. We’ll stop and discuss, okay?”
Eric never cared whether I liked something. If I complained, he inevitably slammed out of the bedroom and berated me for criticizing him. I don’t want drama tonight. “I’m sure everything will be great.”
“You should expect that, baby girl. I want to flip every one of your switches. I assure you I’m a big boy, and my ego isn’t too fragile to hear if you want me to rub it differently or lick it better.”
Does he really mean that? “Okay.”
“Come here.”
Trembling, I walk into his open arms with my heart pounding, nearly wobbling in the ridiculous heels Jen insisted I wear. He catches me before I fall and gathers me against his warm body, my nipples rubbing against the slight abrasion of his dress shirt.
“That’s a good girl.” He nuzzles my neck and inhales me with a groan. “Let’s get your shoes off.”
“You don’t like them?”
“Oh, they’re sexy as fuck, like you are.” He kneels and rips off the red shoes, then throws them across the bedroom. “But I don’t want you falling. Besides, it’s not your footwear I’ll be looking at once I have you naked, legs spread, in the middle of my bed. And it’s not your shoes you’ll care about once I have my mouth on you.”
Goose bumps erupt. God, the way he talks… Like everything else about him, it arouses me. But under his dirty words, he nearly brings me to tears. Maybe it’s stupid, but for the first time ever, a man is putting my pleasure before his. This stranger is making me feel important, like he wants me for me.
Eric never did.
When his hot palms skim my body, my thoughts scatter. Ditto in double when he lifts me against his chest bridal style, as if I weigh next to nothing.
I cling to his neck. “What are you doing?”
“Seducing you.” He sets me on the edge of his ruthlessly made bed. His comforter is so taut, I’d swear I could bounce quarters off it. Neatness that exacting doesn’t come merely from being fastidious. Was he in the military? Given his short, sharp haircut and that predatory vibe he gives off, it fits.
He hovers over me and presses forward, urging me back to the mattress. He follows, his eyes glittering with promise. That stare robs me of breath. My heart thuds against my ribs just before he grinds his lips against mine in a kiss that demands my surrender. I can’t help it; I moan against him and melt. I don’t know much about this man except we work for the same investment firm, he’s divorced, and he kisses like he’s intent on extracting every pleasure possible from my body.
When he nudges my lips apart, I open to him eagerly. He steals inside my mouth like midnight, quietly, inexorably, leaving me with an undeniable desire for more.
Our breaths sync up. I throw my arms around him. He cups my nape, tilts my head, and opens me up to his most demanding kiss yet. I’m not aware of arching up to him, but he seizes on my unconscious plea and cups my breast in his hot palm. Slowly, he slides his thumb across my aching nipple in teasing back-and-forth sweeps. I whimper and clutch him tighter. My hips move restlessly in search of relief.
“Need something, baby girl?”
“More,” I breathe against his mouth.
“You’ll get it. By sunrise, you’ll be—what do you twenty-somethings say?—walking side to side.”
He can’t be serious. That’s not really a thing, is it?
As those questions zip through my head, he breathes on my neck, wringing a shiver from me, before his lips skim down my body. He captures one of my nipples, worshipping the sensitive tip and ratcheting up my desire. He never hesitates or second guesses. It’s as if he knows my body. I wasted six years on Eric, who never quite figured out where to touch me. Miraculously, this stranger already knows where to find my erogenous zones.
We haven’t even had sex yet, and I’m already worried one night with him won’t be enough.
He scrapes his brutally short nails across my other nipple. Then, as he sucks the first deep again, he pinches the other. Tingles detonate, shooting sensation straight to my clit.