Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“It should have been my choice, Braxton.” I shove a hand against his chest, and he captures it, holding it over his heart. “I really don’t like you.”
“That’s okay. I like you enough for the two of us.” He captures my other wrist when I try to push him away then begin to pant when he maneuvers my hands behind my back, bringing us chest-to-chest and face-to-face. “You make me crazy.”
“Then we’re even,” I hiss, pushing up on my tiptoes—something I realize was the wrong move as his breath brushes my lips. “Let me go.”
“Never.”
“Braxton.” I start to panic as desire begins to swirl in my stomach.
“Dakota.” I swallow and drop my eyes to his mouth.
“Tell me you want it, tell me to kiss you.”
I lick my lips then whisper, “Kiss me, Braxton.”
His mouth crashes down on mine and he kisses me, forcing his tongue between my lips as he drags me out of the elevator, my bag slipping off my shoulder. He catches it, and I get one of my hands free, using it to pull his shirt out of his slacks so I can run my hand up over his abs. He uses his free hand to toss my bag away before he tangles his fingers in my hair at the back of my head, keeping me right where he wants me.
“Braxton,” I breathe when he lets my mouth go to kiss down my neck.
“Don’t deny me, Dakota.” He sounds desperate as he lets go of my other wrist so he can slide his hand under my shirt to the waistband of my pants. “I need you.” He moves around my waist and he flicks open the button of my grey slacks before sliding his hand into my panties, his fingers finding my clit, making my knees weak as he rolls over it.
I latch onto his shoulder, digging my nails in as he turns us and walks me backward, his mouth coming back to mine while I work at getting his shirt unbuttoned.
Obviously fed up with us fumbling our way to his bed, he scoops me up and carries me across the room to a wall of smoky glass doors. He slides them open one-handed and takes me to the side of the bed, dropping me to my feet at the side.
“Clothes off.” He steps back and slips out of his shirt before working his belt buckle loose. I watch him with fascination, his body like a work of art that needs to be appreciated. “Dakota,” he growls, making me jump. “Take your clothes off if you don’t want me to shred them.”
I lick my lips and slip off my flats before I slowly pull my top over my head. When he has nothing on but his pants, I push my grey slacks down my thighs.
“Fuck, I can see how wet you are.” His eyes devour me from head to toe as I stand before him in nothing but my panties and a bra, breathing heavy. I wait for him to touch me, my skin already on fire with anticipation. He steps toward me, his hand balling into a fist like he’s not sure where to start, where to touch me first.
I put my hands behind my back and unclasp my bra, letting it fall from my shoulders. His eyes darken and his jaw tics as the material lands on the floor. I don’t hesitate to slip off my panties, and I’m so wet the cool air makes me shiver.
“Now what?” I question.
“I’m trying to figure that out.” He reaches for me, his finger skimming the tip of my nipple, and it tightens. “I don’t know where to start. I don’t know if I want to eat you first or bend you over the bed and fuck you until you scream my name.”
I don’t tell him I’ll be happy either way, but judging by the way his lips curve up ever so slightly, he knows what I’m thinking. I hold my breath as he walks around me and moan when he cups my breast from behind, lowering his mouth to my shoulder. My head tips to the side, giving him access to my neck as one of his hands travels slowly down my stomach to between my legs.
The first touch of his fingers makes my head fall back and my eyes slide closed. He nips my earlobe as his fingers slide past my clit to fill me, and I start to open my legs wider, to give him more room, but his teeth sink into my flesh in a silent demand not to move. I grab hold of his forearm, willing myself to hold strong. The pleasure builds, threatening to bring me to my knees as his fingers thrust into me slowly and his thumb rolls over my clit.