Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 107710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“August, please,” she whimpered, her fingertips flying from the comforter to his hair, wrapping around the short strands, holding him in place even though he clearly had no intention of vacating the premises. “K-keep doing that. Do it. Do it. That.”
He nodded, squeezing her thigh. Why was that intimate reassurance so sexy?
Right there.
I can’t believe I’m this wet.
And he was living for it, using her readiness to his advantage. He pumped two huge fingers inside of her while flicking his tongue against her clit. Oh. Mama. Was he serious? “Babe, please,” she panted, no idea who she was calling babe. But saying it again, anyway, in the next breath, because what else to call a man making her feel this good? Her whole body was surface-of-the-sun level hot. Knees shaking. Throat strained like she’d just left a Harry Styles concert. Had she been screaming? Was she screaming now? “Harder, babe. Please. Okay?”
What was she asking for?
No idea.
But he gave it to her, almost completely pulling out his fingers, then thrusting them deep and holding them there while his licks turned rougher. Pinpricks of light appeared in her vision, forming constellations on the ceiling, and she tipped her head back, letting the pleasure plow through. Unequivocal hedonism. That’s what this was.
With strands of his hair wrapped around her fingers, she raked her hips side to side against his mouth and he kept his tongue stiff for her, adapting on the fly, trusting her to know what she wanted in that moment of euphoria, also known as the best climax of her life. She was trembling and mumbling to herself when she came down from the highest peak. August kissed the insides of her thighs, looking like he was already considering round two, shoulder muscles bunching as if he was just waiting for the green light.
“Red light,” she slurred, slapping a hand to her forehead, trying desperately to calm her breathing. No way she could let him do that to her again. Who knew what lust-drunk Natalie would do next? Round one: call him babe. Round two: offer to bear him sons.
“I’d be happy with a son or daughter.” He grinned. “As long as they’re happy and healthy, right?”
Right. Great. She’d been talking out loud.
How thoroughly had this man scrambled her brain?
In the middle of kissing her thigh, he smirked.
“So smug, aren’t you?” she said, still short of oxygen, which really took the sting out of her rebuke. Her tone was more fawning than critical.
This couldn’t stand. The night could not end like this.
He’d have the upper hand and he would be insufferable. She’d totally lost herself in the act and he would miss no opportunity to remind her how she’d essentially erupted like Vesuvius, called him an endearment, and lost power to her limbs. Minutes later and her legs were limp. Resting on his shoulders. When did that happen?
There was only one way to even the scales.
“You don’t think I could make you call me babe?”
His mouth paused in the act of nuzzling the inside of her knee. “Natalie . . .”
Having a purpose breathed new life back into her limp body. She allowed her legs to slide from the rocky slopes of his shoulders onto the bed, gathering herself into a kneel and turning around, gesturing to the zipper of her dress. “Can you help me out of this?”
“I-I don’t . . .” His voice had dropped lower than a baritone. “That might not be a good idea.”
“I needed help to get into this dress.” She blinked at him innocently. “Now I need help getting out of it. Simple as that. Besides, it’s tradition.”
One of his eyebrows winged up at the T word. “Really?”
She nodded earnestly, giving him her back.
The heat of August’s hands met the area below her shoulder blades. He hesitated with his fingers on the zipper. “What exactly are you wearing under this dress?”
“Nothing exciting.”
Without him making a sound, his skepticism was obvious. “I know when you are lying.”
She scoffed. “No, you don’t.”
“It’s the only time you sound casual.”
Natalie frowned. Was he right?
“I’m going to ask you again, what’s under this dress, princess? I need to be prepared.”
“A strapless bra and panties. My God. You’re acting like there might be a sniper.”
“Same level of danger as a strapless bra on those tits, as far as I’m concerned. I wasn’t lying when I told you they look insane.”
“Unzip the dress, banana brain. Or I’ll be sleeping in it.” She looked back at him over her shoulder and broke out the big guns. “Please, August?” she half whispered, trying to look as helpless as possible. “I need your help.”
His lips parted on a long intake of breath, eyes darkening. “Come here,” he rasped, pulling her backward into his lap and drawing the zipper down slowly. “I’ve got you.”
She had him, too.