Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 110600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
"I am getting you comfortable so you can continue reading." He slides out from under my legs and then I'm laying on the side of the bed, still clutching the datapad. "Here, take your shoes off."
I watch him as he pulls one of my shoes off, and then the other. His big fingers skim over my ankle, and then he glances up at me. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"Keep reading. As I said, this is very educational."
Like I'm supposed to concentrate when all of this is going on? I shoot him a narrow-eyed look and try to focus. "Where was I…okay." I find the spot and lower my voice. "Not when his mouth was moving toward her secret pleasure zone, the spot that ached whenever he kissed her—"
My words break off in a squeak as Nassakth glides his hands up my trou and activates the auto-fastener. It falls open and he pulls the fabric from my legs, leaving me in nothing but my tunic and a pair of panties.
"What are you doing?" I whisper.
"I thought it was obvious." Nassakth leans in and begins to kiss my ankle. "I am heading for your secret pleasure zone. You said it was aching, did you not?" He leans forward, his lips brushing over my skin.
"T-that's in the story." Mostly. It's also happening to me, but I don't admit that. "I thought you said they could hear everything we do. That the walls are thin."
"They will, and they are, so we must be very quiet if I am to work your secret pleasure zone with my tongue."
"Please don't call it that," I breathe.
"Your…poo-see?" he offers.
"Maybe not that either."
"Your hot, wet little cunt?" he suggests, and there's a gleam in his eyes that tells me he's enjoying this far too much. I watch, breathless, as he crawls forward on the foot of the narrow bed and continues to kiss up my leg. He puts my ankle on his shoulder and moves forward. "Please keep reading. I am enjoying this immensely. Does he put his mouth on her? Let us keep going."
Something tells me he's not talking about the book. With a whimper, I pick up the datapad and continue to read.
60
KIM
Oh shit.
The hero—Lachlan—does put his mouth on the heroine in the next paragraph. I make a strangled sound in my throat, even as my belly quivers with hot anticipation. I want this. I'm not new to this. So…why does it make me so shy? Why does the thought of saying "Yes, please, put your mouth right here and pleasure me" fill me with such intense embarrassment? I'm a grown woman. I should be able to claim what I want.
"Kim?" Nassakth looks up from where he's kissing up my leg. His tongue brushes over my skin, hot and ever-so-slightly raspy in that fascinating way of his.
"Yes?"
"You have grown quiet." Our eyes meet and he rubs one hand up and down my leg. "Is something wrong?"
I let out a pent-up breath. "This is just…hard for me."
He pauses and I can practically see the dismay on his face as he sits up. "Because you do not want to be with me?"
"What? No! That's not it at all." I reach for him, wanting to comfort him, and stroke my hand over his mane. "You're wonderful. It's just…it's hard for me to read this and tell you exactly what I want in bed. I know that's what you want from me, but…it's hard. When I think about directing you like that, even with a story, my throat wants to lock up."
"There is no need to be shy with me. I am your mate." He moves forward on hands and knees, until he is looming over me on the small bed, and presses a chaste kiss on the tip of my nose. "Your pleasure is my pleasure."
"I know. I wish I could be bolder. I just…maybe I need time."
Nassakth reaches up and strokes my cheek with his knuckles. "You speak as if you are doing something wrong. Kim, I love all of your responses. I love the way your cheeks color and the way you look at me when I touch you. I love the way your breath catches when my mouth moves over your skin. I am pleased with everything that you are. If you cannot be bold, let me be bold for you."
I lick my lips and then put my hands in his mane, pulling him down for a kiss. It's hard and brief and urgent, and when I lift my head, I tell him, "I like being with you. You make me feel good…unless you lie to me. Then I want to punch you in the mouth."
He chuckles, the sound deep and low and so, so sexy. "My first instinct is always to protect you, but I am trying hard. I want to include you in everything. You are my mate." Nassakth lightly presses a kiss to my mouth, landing on my upper lip. "The reason I greet the sunrise with joy." Another kiss. "The reason I smile." Another kiss, this one on my chin. "And the reason I eat bread, even when the texture is disgusting."