Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 157450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 787(@200wpm)___ 630(@250wpm)___ 525(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 787(@200wpm)___ 630(@250wpm)___ 525(@300wpm)
I set her down beside the bed and kiss her again.
“I want to see you.” My hands find the hem of her football shirt. Gently I pull it up and over her head. Even though she’s wearing a bra, she crosses her arms in front of her breasts as her hair falls in a dusky, curling cascade to her waist.
She’s shy.
She’s innocent.
She’s stunning.
I’m aroused and touched at once, but I want her to feel comfortable.
“Do you want to do this in the dark?”
“No,” she says immediately. “Not the dark.”
Of course. She hates the dark.
“Okay. Okay. I get it,” I reassure her. “You’re gorgeous.” My voice is filled with breathless wonder as I discard her shirt on the floor. I smooth her hair off her face, my hands finding her chin. I gently kiss her again and again until she relaxes, splaying her hands on my chest and kissing me back. Her fingers bunch in my sweater, and she tugs.
I peer down at her. “You want me to take this off?”
She nods with enthusiasm.
“For you, beautiful, anything.” I drag my sweater and T-shirt off and drop them beside her Arsenal FC top. She glances from my eyes to my naked chest, and I stay still…letting her look. “Touch me,” I whisper.
She gasps.
“I want you to. I don’t bite.”
Not unless you ask me to…
Her eyes light up, and carefully she places her hand over my heart.
Fuck.
I’m sure it somersaults beneath her fingers.
I close my eyes, enjoying the searing sensation.
She leans forward and kisses my skin where my heart is thundering.
Yes.
I sweep her hair off her neck and skim my lips down her throat and across her shoulder to her bra strap. I smile against her fragrant skin. Her bra is pink. With my thumb and finger, I ease her strap off her shoulder as her ragged breathing fills my ears.
“Turn around,” I murmur. Alessia raises heated eyes to mine and turns so her back is against my front. She crosses her arms, covering herself once more. I scoop her hair from her other shoulder and kiss her neck while slipping my other arm around her and across her belly and grasping her hip. I pull her against me so my erection is cradled at the top of her behind.
I groan in her ear and she squirms against me.
Fuck. Me.
With great care I ease down her remaining strap, skimming my fingers across her shoulder and pressing tender, wet kisses in their wake on her skin.
Her skin is soft. And fair. And almost flawless.
She has a little mole at the base of her neck beneath the chain that holds her gold cross. I kiss it. Her scent is clean and wholesome. “You smell wonderful,” I murmur between kisses as I undo her bra. Moving my arm up her body, I feel the weight of her breasts on my forearm. She sucks in a breath and holds her bra against her body with crossed arms.
“Easy,” I murmur, and while I hold her close, I skim my fingers down her stomach and between her hips. Then dip my thumb into the waistband of her pajamas and glide it along her belly as I tease her earlobe with my teeth.
“Zot,” she moans.
“I want you,” I whisper, and nip her again. “And I do bite.”
“Edhe unë të dëshiroj.”
“English.” I kiss that spot behind her ear and slip my hand inside her pajamas and slide my fingers over her sex.
She’s shaved!
She stiffens against me, but I graze my thumb over her clitoris. Once. Twice. Three times. Four, and she throws her head back against my shoulder and whimpers.
“Yes,” I whisper, and continue stroking her. Teasing her. Arousing her. With my fingers.
She drops her arms, her bra sliding to the floor, and she grabs my legs, pulling at my jeans and clenching her hands around the material. Her mouth drops open, her eyes are screwed shut, and she’s panting.
“Yes, baby. Feel it.” I tease her ear with my teeth. And she bites her upper lip as my fingers continues to tantalize her.
“Të lutem, të lutem, të lutem.”
“English.”
“Please. Please,” she rasps.
And I continue to give her what she wants. What she needs.
Her legs start to tremble. And I tighten my arm around her. She’s close.
Does she know?
“I’ve got you,” I whisper, and her grasp on me tightens so she’s almost cutting off the circulation to my legs. She whimpers and suddenly cries out as her body slowly convulses, and she comes apart in my arms.
I hold her through her orgasm, and she sags against me.
“Oh, Alessia,” I whisper at her ear, and, lifting her into my arms, I draw back the quilt and lay her down on the bed. Her hair fans out like a wild mane over the pillows and down over her breasts, concealing all but her dark pink nipples from me.