Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 114337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
His teasing kisses got the best of me, and without thought, I arched and shifted. His hot mouth finally captured my nipple and sucked, pulling a whisper-quiet moan from me.
His pleased chuckle was a victory call, and that was when I realized I’d lost this battle. But I was determined to win the war. I threaded my hands in his hair and used my grip to control him when he tried to stray.
It only worked for so long, because when his fingers began to work the snap of my jeans, I went short of breath and the muscles in my stomach began to quiver. It was one thing to be topless, but my panties were tiny, and I was about to be essentially naked.
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip as he dropped my zipper. I’d thought he’d pull my jeans down, but instead he slipped a hand under the waistband of my panties. Down his fingers inched, burrowing deep inside my pants until—
The pads of his fingers against my clit were shocking.
So shocking, I wrapped my hands around his thick bicep in response. Not as a signal for him to stop, but to have something to hold on to. His simple, light touch sent acute pleasure rocketing through my body.
“You’re so wet.” Colin’s tone was wicked and patronizing. “Why are you so wet?”
My face warmed. “Why are you already hard?” I fired back.
He flashed a lazy grin, and it set off another alarm inside me. His smile, especially when it was genuine, was dangerous. It disarmed and clouded my thoughts, and for a split second, I forgot why I disliked him so much.
His fingers moved inside my panties, rubbing against me, and I couldn’t help but bow up off the bed.
“Fuck,” I groaned under my breath.
The way his eyes studied me. As if he hadn’t expected I’d like the way he touched me. He stroked again, gathering another data point, verifying the same result. And as if that wasn’t enough, his mouth latched back onto my breast, so his tongue could swirl over my nipple while his fingers spun slow circles on my clit.
I tightened my hold on his arm, and in response, his muscles flexed.
“We want to see exactly what you’re doing to her,” Scott said.
Because my pants were in the camera’s way.
Colin withdrew from me, climbed off the bed, and hooked his fingers under the sides of my undone jeans, but then he paused. My heart skipped as he glanced up at me. Was . . . was he checking to make sure I was okay with this?
Beneath him, I moved. I straightened my legs, so they were hanging off the end of the bed, and toed off one of my shoes. It landed with a loud thump, and this was the signal he needed to begin peeling the denim down my legs.
I toed off my other shoe while he worked, and when he got my jeans down to my ankles, he pulled them off one leg at a time, tugging my socks off along with them. He’d been so focused on his task, it didn’t seem like he’d really looked at me while he’d done it.
Now, he stood at the foot of the bed and drank me in with bottomless eyes, and my mouth went dry. In the back of my mind, I should have been concerned about the camera. Whatever I was showing him, I was showing to Nina and Scott and eventually their viewers too, but I couldn’t think about that.
Just the boy who stared down at my nearly nude body like he hated the gray scrap of fabric and lace that hid the last part of me from him. Shit, it was intoxicating. The longer I felt his eyes on me, the more lust-drunk I became.
“Put your tits in your hands, Madison. Push them together.” Nina’s voice was tight. Was she turned on watching us?
I swallowed thickly and slid my hands along my stomach, up until I could grab a handful of each breast and hold them together. As I did it, I kept my gaze locked with Colin’s unwavering one, so I saw every ounce of desire my sexy action caused. His eyes lidded and his lips moved ever so slightly as he mouthed a single word.
Fuck.
If I divorced my mind from who he was, he looked like something out of a fantasy. His chest and arms were perfectly sculpted, and I was sure his toned muscles continued beneath the underwear peeking out the top of his jeans. His brown hair was messy from when I’d had my hands in it, but that just added to the appeal of him.
I’d thought his smile was dangerous, but maybe it was his lips specifically. They were full and expressive, and when his tongue swiped over his top one, I strangled back a noise of surprise.