Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“Should have known you were a control freak,” I say, attempting a little levity.
His grin is sharp and sudden. “Don’t act like you don’t love it.”
“Ali...”
“Put your hand down, please.”
And I do. Shit.
“Thank you. You’re such a good girl, Leannan.”
The words send shivers up my spine. Though it’s more than just the words. It’s him and the position he’s holding me in and everything. This is... I don’t know what the fuck this is. But he has my full and complete attention. I don’t think I could be more in the moment.
My pointed nipples are obvious to one and all beneath the thin material. The situation only gets worse when he trails his knuckles back and forth over them. Something inside me coils hotter and tighter with each touch. It’s a unique sort of torture, and I wouldn’t stop it if I could. The tips of his fingers slide over the smooth material. Over my belly and teasingly lower before heading back up to cup the weight of one of my breasts.
“I like your body,” he says casually. Just making conversation. “Very much.”
“I like yours too.”
He slips his hand beneath the fabric of the bodysuit to continue cupping my breast. That side still has the strap in place. Though with all the maneuvering, the other is slowly sliding down, about to expose me. The pad of his thumb toys with my nipple. It kind of kills me the way he takes his time. How he builds me up higher and higher. I am a raw nerve on the edge. Each sensation takes me over. The heat of his hand and the calluses on his fingers. His hand tenses around my neck, tightening for a moment. As if I had forgotten he was the one in charge of this situation. Not likely.
By the time he slides his hand out of the bodice of my bodysuit and makes his way south, I am almost shaking. The tension building at the base of my spine, deep inside of me, is so intense. It might have been years since someone touched me. That’s how it feels. His sure touch and heated gaze are everything. He cups me between the legs. Just covers my sex over the top of the silky material.
“Are you watching?” he whispers. “Do I have your full attention?”
“Yes, but...Ali...”
“It’s just you and me. You’re safe with me, Lilah. You know that, don’t you?”
I worry over it for a moment. But he’s right and I nod.
“That’s lucky,” he says. “Because there was no way I was going to stop now. I’ve been wanting to get my hand between your legs for a while now.”
I don’t know about that. But his fingers tighten around my neck again. A warning or a reminder. No idea which. Then he starts gently grazing the heel of his hand against my mound. But it doesn’t stay easy for long. His big hands make short work of me. Everything in me responds to him. A sheen of sweat breaks out across my body. One hand holds me immobile while the other rubs and coaxes until I come. Until the tension inside me grows too great. My thighs squeeze his hand tight and my insides spasm as I clench on nothing. The orgasm shakes me, radiating out from my core. And he holds me all the while, his dick hard against the small of my back.
“Fortunate you’re not a shouter,” he whispers, his breath warm against my ear. “But we will work on that for future reference. As a woman in today’s society, it’s important to make yourself heard.”
“Fuck,” I gasp, working on catching my breath.
“Now, that would be going too far. We can’t do that here, Leannan. Show some decorum.” He fixes the fallen strap and watches me in the mirror. “To think I got you off over the top of your clothes too. Below the waist, at least. No more doubting my ability to give you good sex. You’ll have to think of something else to give me shit about. I have every faith in you and look forward to finding out what it will be.” He stops and takes a deep breath. “Right. I need to go look at spreadsheets for a while to calm me down. You let Carolina know she can come back inside when you’re ready. Do find out if that comes in other colors, please.”
“Ali,” I say, still catching my breath.
He settles himself carefully back on the couch. There is wincing involved. “Yes?”
“It was never about the press. I mean, they wouldn’t bother me. Or I would learn to get used to them if... You know.”
He turns statue still. “No. I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?”
Attempting to think after an orgasm of this magnitude is tricky. Same goes for laying my heart on the line. But I do my best. “It’s not fair on my neighbors to have paparazzi hanging around. There’s no security at my building, so we would have to find a way around that. If we decided to do the dating thing. If that’s something we wanted to do.”