Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 117201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 586(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 586(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Tallulah let go of the bedding and flattened her palms on his stomach, observing her hands move in fascination, as if they had a mind of their own. Meanwhile, Burgess watched her with his lungs seized, waiting on her next action. Reeling from the very fact that she was touching him. Making admissions. Thank God he’d knocked on the fucking door.
When she lifted the cotton material of his white T-shirt, let his thumb leave her mouth in a wet slide, and pressed her moist lips to his bare stomach, her breath warming his happy trail, Burgess shuddered, his balls turning the weight of brass. His cock was hard as a motherfucker, obviously, tenting the front of his sweatpants, just hoping for a stroke. And his vocal cords were rubbed raw by his groan when she laved her tongue against his exposed skin, before moving in a southwest journey over the ridge of his dick, licking him root to tip through the garment.
Disbelief gave way to pure awe and his every brain cell went sideways over a cliff.
“I don’t think there is a woman alive who wouldn’t give this up and miss it from time to time.” Another torturous lap of his bulge, her hand coming up to grip his root, hold him steady while she sucked him through the sweatpants, setting his mind on fucking fire. “Or more likely . . . all the time. Every.” Lick. “Single.” A gentle bite that made him roar behind clenched teeth. “Night.”
Was this happening?
This was happening.
“You want my cock, Tallulah?” he panted. “Fuck practice. I’ll keep my hips bucking for the next thirty-six hours. But you better be sure.”
“Be sure about what?” she breathed, suctioning his tip through the cotton.
It took him a moment to answer because he was moaning for God. “Me.”
Panic zigzagged across her face. “Sure how?”
Knowing he was about to take a huge risk, Burgess nonetheless knelt down in front of her, his mouth slanting over hers before his knees even hit the floor, the kiss tumultuous and frantic as he leaned over her pliant body, his fingers plowing into her hair and upsetting her bun. “I’m not doing this with no strings attached,” he said, before taking her mouth in another ferocious kiss, his forearm scooting her ass to the edge of the bed so he could feel her ultrasoft inner thighs slide along his rib cage, her pussy warm against his chest. God, so perfect. Worth the risk of asking for too much? A million percent, yes. “I want to get attached, Tallulah,” he said on top of her mouth. “Nah, I’m already more than a little obsessed with you, aren’t I? You start babbling my name while I spoon-feed you orgasms, I will get attached. Happily. Just like I’ll happily knock out anyone else who tries. Be. Sure.”
Face full of conflict, she kneaded the muscles of his chest, as if deciding whether to push him away or draw him down on top of her. “I’m not sure,” she whispered in a burst.
Frustration clawed at Burgess, but he kept it to himself, as much as he could. Dropping his head forward, he breathed in through his nose, out through his mouth, forcing himself to remove his hands from Tallulah’s spread thighs. This was pain. Knowing she’d welcome a good, hard fuck. He could probably flip her over, pull down her shorts and panties to get access to her pussy. Eat it out until she’d come, then hammer her tight body from the back.
God. Was Burgess foolish to make demands on her, instead? He was definitely out of his mind to stop when she was so worked up, nipples stiff against the front of her tank top.
Ready. Willing. Flushed and beautiful and his. That was the problem; something inside of Burgess had been chanting mine. Mine. Mine. Since the first day they’d met. He couldn’t do casual. And he wouldn’t pretend to, either, because it did them both a disservice.
He rolled their foreheads together. “I’m too old to play games, Tallulah.”
“I’m not,” she murmured, still breathing hard.
“I know.” He licked into her mouth, enjoying the sound of her breath catching, the way her neck lost power after one stroke of his tongue, how she kissed him back like she couldn’t help it. “For now, I take you to watch the Red Sox. Take you skinny dipping. Whatever else you want to do. And you keep getting to know me and see if you want strings, too.”
“I—I’m warning you,” she stuttered. “I . . . won’t.”
“Okay.”
“Don’t say okay like that. Like you’re skeptical.” She turned solemn, looking him in the eye. “It’s not just the fact that I’m learning to be . . . unencumbered again. It’s just going to take me a long time before I stop worrying that there’s a different person lurking under everyone’s surface. I might never shake the fear, whether it’s rational or not. You could be wasting your time on me.”