Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
He smiles like it pains him. “I don’t think it’s a good idea if I come in.”
He says this while eyeing my bed.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, not sure if you could tell from the way I just attacked you downstairs, but I’m pretty interested in fucking you.”
The air whooshes out of me.
I was wholly unprepared for his blunt confession.
Holy smokes, warn a girl next time.
“Among other things,” he says, looking far too devious and far too tempting.
I walk over to my dresser to grab my pajamas, if only to conceal how much I liked what he just said. No need to show him all my cards. “Do we have a plan in place moving forward? Clearly the amnesia method didn’t work. Maybe we need to go back to the drawing board.”
I grab a camisole and some soft sleeping shorts out of the top drawer.
“Like I said…I don’t want to sneak around.”
I nod then motion for him to turn around so I can get changed. His eyes darken as he shakes his head. In fact, instead of turning around, he tucks his hands into his pockets and leans his shoulder against the doorframe, making himself nice and comfortable.
Fine.
I turn my back to him and accept the challenge.
I grab the bottom of my blouse and tug it off over my head in one smooth motion. Then I let it dangle on my finger for a fleeting second before it falls to the ground. I slip my hand behind my back and unclasp my bra, letting that fall away too.
I know even though I haven’t turned on any lights, the moonlight pouring in through the window is enough to illuminate the slope of my naked back, and if he catches sight of my perky breasts as I turn to get my camisole, well…oops.
I hear his sharp intake of breath, and my ego grows three sizes.
I feel his heated gaze on me as I slip the camisole over my head and tug it down. My jeans get unbuttoned, and then I push them to the ground and step out of them. I happen to be wearing that pink thong I accidentally left behind in his bathroom the first night we met. If that’s not kismet, I don’t know what is.
I reach over to grab my sleeping shorts. My fingers brush the material just as Luke’s warmth suddenly engulfs me from behind.
“Do you realize how unbelievably sexy you are?” he asks as his chest presses against my back.
His hands come around to circle my waist. His palms are so big, calloused and rough as they splay across my lower belly, making butterflies take flight and my stomach squeeze tight in anticipation. It’s a slow, torturous descent as his fingers toy with the top of the silky satin that barely covers me. His left hand curves around me, acting as a steel bar across my belly, ensuring I’ll stay put as his right hand leisurely dips inside my panties. I look down, watching as his fingers trace the most intimate part of me. It’s the exact spot that’s been begging for attention all evening. Suddenly, I’m overheated and needy.
“Oh god,” I groan, tilting my head back against his chest and arching my back, trying to contend with the sudden and intense onslaught of pleasure.
His warm lips touch the side of my neck as he bends down to kiss me just below my chin. His seductive kiss matches the intense, almost unrestrained way he touches me. All the urgency we’ve felt all evening seems to only be magnified here in my dark room.
The pad of his finger rubs circles over me and sparks skitter across my skin. Back and forth, his fingers rub between my legs, taking me to new heights.
“He could have had you…” Luke sounds incensed over the idea, like it nearly enrages him. Then, on his downward stroke, he presses his middle finger inside me.
My mouth falls open with a soundless cry.
“He could have worshiped you. Like this.”
I rise up onto my toes at the deep intrusion. A loud moan tears through him as his fingers pulse inside me.
“But now you’re mine, Chloe.” His voice drops as he repeats it again against the shell of my ear. Mine.
I squeeze my eyes shut tighter in a futile attempt to conquer the electricity surging through me.
His hand that was gripping my stomach now slides up to peel down the top of my camisole. I’m so utterly exposed to him as he teases me, switching from one breast to the other as his fingers continue to pump inside me. It’s so hot.
He grazes the perfect spot, and it makes me gasp.
He knows. He watches me shattering before him. I’d be on the ground if not for him holding me up, keeping me steady as ecstasy starts to build. It crackles across my skin, down my spine—delicious tingles overtake me as I come with a racking cry.