Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 135831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
I can’t wait much longer for whatever is coming next. Ideally, me.
When he coasts his big palm down my thigh, I grab his hand and cover it with mine. We break the kiss, and his ice blue eyes turn to fire as I guide his hand under my skirt, then up my right thigh.
His mouth falls open on a groan. “You’re so fucking soft.”
I nibble on the corner of my lips, then feeling bold, I say, “And wet.”
His groan is carnal as he glides his fingers across the damp panel of my lacy panties. “Soaked is more like it,” he says.
I smile and nod. Just for tonight, I’m done fighting this desire. The morning will be a different story but tomorrow will take care of itself. Right now, I desperately want him to take care of me. I want his fingers deep inside me. I want him to get me off. “You should make it up to me,” I say, a little demanding.
His eyebrows shoot up. “Make what up?”
“The way you ruined my date.”
“But I’m not sorry,” he says, refusing to back down on this count.
“I don’t need you to apologize,” I tell him. “I want something else. Something better than an apology.”
“Tell me,” he says, his gaze never breaking mine.
I take my time. Let the moment stretch, then say, “You talked a big game about how a date should go. Why don’t you show me?”
Like he’s hit all the jackpots in Vegas, he says, “This is how a date should end.” He seals his mouth onto mine and kisses me hard. Ruthlessly. A bossy man once more, owning my mouth with his merciless kiss as his fingers slide over the scrap of lace between my legs. His mouth is ferocious, devouring me as he tugs at the fabric, then pulls it aside.
The second he touches me, my body shouts with joy. I’ve needed this so much. Wanted this from him. I break the kiss, my head falling back against the wall. “Oh god,” I gasp.
His eyes are dark, and the muscles in his neck tense. “You’re so fucking soft and wet,” he says, praising me as he strokes my pussy. “You’re fucking perfect.”
The compliments light me up, making my skin tingle.
He pushes up my skirt. For a second, I worry. But he’s too hungry to notice my hip and, of course, the light’s too low to see anything. I’m not in the mood for explanations.
Max doesn’t seem to be in the mood for anything except for chasing my pleasure. He grabs my thigh and hitches it up against his hip. Like that, he fingers me, with one leg wrapped around his hip. Pushing me against the wall, pinning me, and touching me.
He slows the kiss as he slides one finger inside me. My breath hitches, then turns into a raspy moan as he fills me with one finger, curling it just so. My stomach tightens.
“More,” I whisper, holding onto his shoulders as he touches me.
“Anything you want.”
He adds another finger, and I’m fuller, but not full enough. “More,” I urge.
He complies, fucking me with three fingers while teasing my clit with his thumb. Bright lights spark behind my eyelids. Electricity crackles over my skin. Pressure builds in me, the urgent need to come as he hunts down my release with his talented fingers, fucking me and crooking them just so till I’m at the tipping point, my world breaking into bliss as he sends me over the edge.
Before I can even catch my breath he eases out his fingers, lowers my leg to the floor, then drops to his knees. He bunches up my skirt all the way to my waist. I hold my breath, but the scars on my hip are the most faded, and he’d really have to be looking to see them. Right now, he’s doing. He tugs down my panties and slides them over one shoe, not even bothering to take them off all the way. They sit at one ankle.
“Need to taste you. Can’t fucking wait,” he mutters.
The need in his voice makes my legs shake. Makes me hotter, wetter.
“Please do it. Please.”
“I’ve been needing to eat you for so long,” he rasps as he flicks his tongue against my clit, groaning savagely from the first taste.
He’s on a mission and before I’ve stopped moaning from my first orgasm, he seals his mouth to me, then French kisses the fuck out of my pussy. I curl my hands around his skull, my fingers roping through his thick, wild mane of hair, my nails scraping him.
He growls as he eats me, his tongue stroking me deeply, passionately. Rocking into his face, I fuck his mouth, his beard, his lips with a wild abandon I haven’t felt in ages.
Or really, ever.
He grabs my ass, gripping my flesh tightly, tugging me impossibly closer, then thrusting his tongue deep inside me.