Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I laughed softly and pushed my pants down my hips as he stared.
“I shaved my legs,” I said with a grin, pulling off my shirt. “It’s your lucky day.”
“It sure as hell is,” he breathed, looking up and down my body.
“Do you think our moms knew something was up and that’s why they took Iris in with them for the night?” I asked as he moved toward me.
“I am not talking about Ellie and Liz with you when you’re completely naked and we haven’t had sex in over a year,” he mumbled, gripping my hips to push me backward onto the bed. “The only thing you get to say is Fuck me harder, Shane, or I forgot how huge your dick is.” I laughed as he climbed on top of me. “You could pray, too. An Oh God! wouldn’t go amiss.”
“You’re so big,” I whispered huskily, a small smile on my face. “Oh Shane, however will you fit?”
“Yes. Go with that,” he muttered distractedly, leaning down to press his lips to mine.
I practically bubbled over with happiness as he came down on his elbows and slipped his tongue into my mouth.
“Mmm, you taste like garlic bread,” I mumbled as he pulled away slightly.
“Shit.” He burst out laughing and dropped his head to my shoulder, his entire body shaking with mirth.
“What?” I asked, pushing at him. “I like garlic bread!” My words only made him laugh harder, and soon I was giggling because the sound was so infectious.
“Will I ever feel cool around you?” he asked with a wide smile, once he could finally catch his breath. “I’m using all my good moves, and you’re commenting on my garlic breath.”
“Those were your best moves?” I asked stupidly, making him bark out another laugh. “I mean, of course those were good moves. Awesome moves—”
“I am so in love with you,” he said, cutting off my rambling.
“That’s good,” I mumbled, my eyes wide.
“Really good,” he confirmed, pulling me up the bed until he could move between my thighs.
“I love you, too.”
“I know.”
“So do you think—”
“No more talking, Kate,” he ordered, kissing me hard.
Within seconds I wouldn’t have been able to speak anyway because he was leaning on one elbow and using his other hand to tweak my nipples into hard, little points.
My hips rolled against his, and I pulled my knees up high, urging him closer. His skin was hot under my palms as I traced the ridges of muscles on his back and arms.
“God, you’re so sexy,” he rasped, pulling his mouth from mine to move down my neck. His lips reached my nipple, making me gasp, and he chuckled darky as he slid his fingers between my legs. I jerked against his hand as he slid his fingers inside, his thumb rubbing my clit in little circles.
“Fuck,” I gasped, groaning when he pulled his hand away.
“Next time,” he gasped, his breathing rough, “I’ll take my time.”
He knelt up between my legs and grabbed my thighs with both hands, draping them over his so I was tilted with my hips a bit higher than my head. “This time, I can’t wait.” He met my eyes as he reached between us to position his cock at my entrance. “And I want to watch.”
He looked back down as he snapped his hips forward, and my back completely arched off the bed at the feeling of him thrusting inside me.
He paused when he’d bottomed out, and his chest heaved as his hands tightened on my thighs. “Birth control?”
“Got an IUD,” I snapped, trying to work my hips against his strong grip. “We’re good.”
“Thank God.” He pulled back and thrust forward again a few times before stopping.
“What the fuck, Shane?” I asked in annoyance, leaning up on my elbows.
“Need you closer,” he mumbled, reaching under me to pull me up against his chest. “Oh fuck,” he groaned as he slid a bit deeper inside. “Yeah.”
I reached up, wrapping my hand around the front of his throat, and felt him swallow hard against my palm as his eyes met mine. He began to move, and I countered him, rolling my hips slightly so my clit would rub against his pubic bone with every thrust of his hips. “Fuck me harder, Shane,” I said with a small smile, repeating his words from earlier. “I forgot how huge your dick was.”
He smiled wide and thrust harder.
Before long, I was scratching the hell out of his back as I came. “Oh God,” I mumbled, my breath catching.
Sweat was dripping down his temples when he lay me back down a few seconds later, and he completely ignored the racket he was making while he jerked his hips forward over and over, slamming my bed into the wall behind us until he finally came with a deep, satisfied groan.
“Holy hell,” he mumbled, dropping like a stone on top of me.