Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 91079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“Say it.”
Um. Okay.
“Kiss me, Jake.”
And he does. His kiss is soft. Sweet. Sensual. Erotic. He deepens it and the whiskey and everything Jake and everything me mixes in the most delicious flavor I’ve ever tasted.
He kisses me stupid. Kisses me careless. Kisses me into another universe. Until Chicago is no longer at my back, but worlds away.
“My, my, my, Penelope.” He breaks away from my mouth to whisper the words against my lips. “What a sweet mouth you have.”
“Thank you.” That sounded so stupid. Why did I say that?
“For what? The compliment or the kiss?” he teases.
“Both? Mostly for the kiss though. I mean, the compliment was nice, but that kiss was really nice.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” His voice dips. “But that wasn’t the kiss I asked for.”
Hands.
They’re sliding down my waist. Over my hips. Under my dress. Up my naked thigh. He lowers his body in front of me—dropping to one knee in the slowest, most seductive way imaginable. Eyes on mine the entire time as he grabs the lacy strap of my panties and inches them down my legs. He lifts my foot to free one side, then the other before tossing them over his shoulder.
With just his fingertips, he makes his way back up my leg. Caressing my ankle. My calves. Knees. Behind my knees. Higher. Taking my dress with him until it’s fisted in those big hands at my waist.
He can see everything.
I think he likes what he sees.
He sure is staring at it hard.
I’m blushing everywhere. Wiggling with insecurity because his perfect face is positioned right in front of my bare sex.
Thank you, wax chick. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Those green/gray/blue eyes lift, hazy with lust and nearly hidden beneath his long dark lashes. When the corner of his mouth lifts in a sexy smirk, I want to eat his face.
“Tell me the truth, Penelope. Have you ever been kissed…” his eyes dart back to my sex a moment then back to me, “here?”
Oh my God.
What do I do?
Lie?
Tell the truth?
Bladder check….
Okay, I’m good.
So what do I do?
Say something snarky?
Say nothing at all?
Tell him to quit wasting time and just do it already?
Truth. I’m going to tell him the truth. And I won’t be ashamed. “No.”
“No, what?”
I swallow hard. I know what to say here. I read books and shit. “No, sir.”
He gives me a devilish grin. “I meant I want you to say the words, Penelope.”
Fucking hell…Perhaps that isn’t a playroom behind that locked door after all.
“I—” I close my eyes and take a breath. The fact that my vagina is still centered in front of his face doesn’t relax me or make me think any clearer. “Could you please repeat the question, sir?”
I did not just do it again.
“So respectful. That’s never really been my thing, but I think I like hearing that word on your lips.”
I crack open one eye to see him peering up at me. He’s clearly entertained. I’m thoroughly humiliated. And he hasn’t even licked me yet.
His thumbs draw a circle on my inner thigh. My body jerks and I whimper in the most woeful way. I’m embarrassed. Shy. Nervous. All these things I’m not used to feeling. And he must notice because he takes pity on me.
“Look at me, Penelope.” The grin is gone. There is no humor in his eyes. Only feral desire and raw possessiveness. “Has any man ever kissed you here? Yes, or no?”
I shake my head. “No.”
His eyes drop and he growls. “Well that’s a goddamn shame.”
My head falls back. Fingers claw at the window in search of something to latch onto. Vocal cords open up and a cry erupts from deep in my chest.
His mouth is on my vagina.
His tongue is on my vagina.
Licking the seam of my sex.
Sliding between my lips.
Exploring.
Tasting.
Devouring.
He shifts beneath me. Lifts one of my legs to rest on his shoulder. It opens me up. Gives him full access to—everything. I moan so loud it drowns out the pounding in my ears. Whatever he’s doing to my clit, is making me a shameless, horny, crazed maniac who selfishly just wants more of this…tongue-circle-mouth-suck-lip-kiss-repeat thing he’s doing.
My hands find his head. Fingers thread through his hair. I hold him steady. Right where he is. Pleading loudly, “Yes. That. Just like that.”
He groans.
I vibrate.
My knees almost buckle.
His grip tightens.
Have mercy.
This man is on his knees. Making me feel what I’ve never felt. Kissing me in a place I’ve never been kissed. No restraint. No teasing. Just sucking and licking and bringing me higher and higher and higher.
I never imagined it could be this good.
Never knew what I was missing.
But even if I did have experience in this type of kiss, I doubt any man other than Jake Swagger would know how to touch me like he does. How to give me exactly what I need. How to take what he wants because he knows I want it too.