Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
“No hurry.” I swallow thickly, his tongue making me lightheaded. “Just needy.”
“What do you need, kitten?”
I need things that I do not feel comfortable articulating out loud. I love that Bridger seems to be a dirty talker, but I am not good with words. I learned at an early age that speaking up led to pain. This is not that, but old habits die hard. Still, I give him the words he needs to hear.
“You.”
He smiles against my skin, and his hands have moved to the buttons of my dress, slowly pulling them free.
“And?”
I don’t reply. I just tug on his shirt, and finally, he reaches over his head and pulls it off, tossing it aside.
“Better?”
“Yeah.” Holy mother of God. I feel my eyes go wide as they travel down the length of his long torso. He’s got muscles for days. My fingers reach out to brush lightly over the hills and valleys of those muscles, and my entire body tightens with need. “Did you sell your soul to the devil to look like this?”
His chuckle is low and full of satisfaction as he kisses my forehead. “You’re good for my ego, kitten.”
Shaking my head, I let my fingertips drift over his chest, over the light dusting of hair there and down to each nipple, circling them softly.
“Fuuuck,” he mutters as his head falls back. My fingertips move up his neck, over his Adam’s apple.
My eyes flick up to his when he lowers his chin, and he’s watching me. His jaw is tense, the sexy muscle there twitching.
And when my hand drifts to the button of his jeans, he circles my wrist and brings it to his lips, kissing the tender flesh over my pulse point.
“Not yet,” he murmurs. “Take off your dress.”
I’ve never done the striptease thing. Typically, if I was getting it on with someone, it was dark, and we just got naked and did the deed.
Quick and efficient.
There was no teasing, no flirting—no revealing my larger body—just get to the point. I wouldn’t know how to be…I don’t know…alluring, if a million dollars was on the line.
Bridger’s eyebrows raise, and his hands return to my buttons. “Do you want me to help?”
“Yes, please.” I lick my lips, and he goes back to work, slowly releasing each of the plastic disks, until my dress is open like a robe.
His big hands push it apart and over my shoulders, and then it’s pooled at my feet, and I’m standing before him in my pretty, matching sage green bra and panties.
“Jesus. Christ,” he whispers. His fingers aren’t quite steady as he reaches out and brushes a fingertip over my skin, just above the cup of my bra. “I’m about to lose control, Dani.”
“It’s about time.”
His eyes flare before he lifts me as if I’m weightless. “Wrap those legs around me, baby.”
I do as I’m told, and then he’s crawling onto the bed, and my back is pressed into the mattress. He lowers to his elbows and cradles my head in his hands as he continues to devour my mouth. Bridger is an excellent kisser.
Like, if it were an Olympic sport, Bridger would not only be a gold medal winner, he’d hold all the world records for all time.
His back is hard and broad and is just begging for my hands, and when they move down to his butt, I’m frustrated when I find denim.
“Not fair,” I whisper in his ear.
“What isn’t?” He brushes his nose over mine.
“Your pants.”
“You want them off?”
I nod, and he smiles.
“Tell me you want me to take my pants off, kitten.”
I bite my lip, and his thumb tugs it free.
“Tell me,” he says again.
“I want your pants off. Please.”
“I love it when you ask nicely.”
With a smug smile, he shimmies out of the jeans, leaving him in black boxer briefs that do nothing to hide his erection.
I can’t help it, I gasp.
“Don’t worry,” he murmurs, returning to me, kissing me softly as he brushes his fingers through my hair. “I’m going to get you good and ready for me.”
I’m not worried at all.
I’m freaking excited.
His hand has drifted to one of my breasts, and he teases my already hard nipple through the lace. Finally, he urges me to arch up so he can unclasp my bra and then tosses it aside, and his mouth closes around one nipple, tugging so hard my pussy clenches.
He growls as his hands roam farther down, gripping my hips and my thighs.
“I could worship your breasts all night.”
I moan at his sexy words, and then he’s kissing down my stomach, and I immediately clam up.
“No.”
His head shoots up, his eyes narrow, and then he’s over me once again, cradling my face in his hands, gently brushing his thumbs over my cheeks.
“Why?”
I bite my lip, suddenly nervous, and he lowers his lips to mine and kisses me long and slow, calming me once more.