Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
"Oh," I whisper, a shock of desire ripping through me.
He swoops, claiming my mouth, possessing it. He's not sweet and gentle this time. He's all dark and wicked, taking what belongs to him. And God, I love every minute of it. His tongue surges into my mouth, playing with mine until I'm weak in the knees and trembling. Somehow, he unmakes me and puts me back together at the same time, forging me into some new being. I'm not poor little Catriona Grady in this moment. I'm something bigger, bolder, a woman worthy of devotion.
He bites my bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth to suck on it.
Something inside rises hot and fast, wanting him as crazy as he's making me. So I bite his lip. I suck on it. I tease him too. He growls my name, his patience and composure scattering. Our tongues dance together, growing more urgent, more desperate.
We break apart gasping for air, gulping it greedily into lungs starving for oxygen. It doesn't slow him down any. He moves to my neck, nipping and biting the sensitive flesh beneath my ear, raking his teeth across it.
I cry out in bliss. And then lose my breath when his rough hands glide down my body, gathering the hem of my dress in his hands.
"I want to eat you right here while you watch the city below," he rasps, his eyes gleaming with greedy desire. "Are you going to let me?"
"Yes," I sob. Something about the possibility of being caught excites me, making me desperate to give him exactly what he wants. No, I want it. I want him to eat me here and now, with all of Houston on the other side of the glass. I don't care who sees us. A naughty little part of me hopes they do see. I hope they do catch us. I want the whole world to know that I belong to this man and this man alone.
"Good girl," he croons, the vibrations of his words sending another wave of desire through me. The way he says those two words… Lord, I think I'd walk through fire just to hear him call me a good girl in that sinful whiskey and smoke voice.
He presses a kiss to my throat and then slowly works my dress up my body. The cool air kisses my skin, making me sob his name in anticipation. He releases my hands long enough to pull the dress off over my head and drop it on the floor, leaving me in nothing but my torn panties.
"Goddamn," he growls, his eyes raking like wildfire over me. His hands clench and unclench as if he's fighting to keep them off me. "You aren't wearing a bra."
"It's built into the dress."
"Lucky dress," he says, taking a step back. His gaze sweeps down my body, taking in every inch of me. I love the way he looks at me as if he's never seen anything more beautiful. I'm full of flaws and imperfections. My body looks nothing like his. But when he looks at me, I feel like a priceless work of art because I know that's what he sees. It's written all over his face.
"I don't know where to start with you," he murmurs.
"Touch me," I plead, not above begging.
He reaches out, brushing one thumb across my nipple.
I gasp in pleasure, arching forward for more as my arms tremble and fall to my sides.
Andreas makes a small sound in the back of his throat and gently lifts them back over my head. "Keep them up, little one," he says. "I don't want you rushing me or touching what's mine. We both know you can't help yourself."
I whimper because he's right. He turns me into someone else, someone desperate and needy. I'm greedy with him, impatient and willing to be a little bit naughty to get what I want. When I'm with him, I'm so wrapped in desire, even the air caresses my body, teasing and taunting me, making me burn hotter, making me need him more.
My eyes fall closed as he touches me again, slowly tormenting me with soft passes over my nipples. It feels so damn good. I arch and mewl beneath him, aching for more. But Andreas takes his time and makes me take mine. He lets the anticipation build until I feel like I'm going to shatter apart.
"Oh!" I cry out, my knees buckling when he dips his head, his mouth covering one breast. He wedges his knee between my legs, holding me up against the window with his body. His tongue wraps around my nipple and then his teeth.
I sob his name, writhing in bliss.
He moves from breast to breast, biting and kissing until I'm dizzy with pleasure. It liquefies my insides, reforms me into something new. And then he starts a slow descent down my body. His wicked lips touch me everywhere, lavishing attention on my body. By the time he drops to his knees, I'm a sobbing, babbling mess.