Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“I don’t need slow. I just need you.”
Her words threw gasoline on his blazing need. “We’ve waited a long time for this. I don’t want to rush you. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to leave you a fucking shred of doubt that I will give you more pleasure than you’ve ever had, and I want to do it every day of your life.”
He wanted her to know—to feel in every part of her body—that she was his.
“Oh.” She looked stunned and flushed and beyond beautiful. “You’ve already succeeded. I’ve never been more aroused in my life.”
Was she kidding? He’d barely touched her. And she thought she was ready?
No. Hell no. Not even close.
“Don’t move.”
“Okay,” she promised with a shaky nod, her exhalations loud in the otherwise silent night. “But I want to give you pleasure, too.”
“You already do, baby, just by being with me.”
“No. More than you ever imagined.”
That would be a tall order considering how many fantasies of her he’d indulged in since they’d met, from his first time masturbating in her shower to thoughts of her last night, lying in his solitary bed, so hard for her he could barely breathe.
He’d never imagined then that he would finally be free to kiss her, unclothe her, penetrate her, and pleasure her. Make her his. Now, her entire body was open to him, and the night was theirs.
Zy smiled as he brushed a blond curl from her face. “You will. I promise.”
Then he took her mouth, barging past her pillowy pink lips to taste her kiss again. When she was breathless, he began working his way down, still pinning her to the mattress with his forearms over her wrists. His mouth was on the move, skimming the graceful line of her jaw, gliding up her neck. She cried out with a head-to-toe shudder and a sweet flush. With a feral smile, he laid his lips behind her ear and exhaled. Her hands tightened into fists and she arched beneath him in a silent plea.
In the next heartbeat, he inhaled her musky female scent. It carried vanilla and a hint of something citrus—orange, maybe?—that urged him to breathe her in again and again until she melted his senses.
With his nose full of her, he descended from her neck to her collarbones, laving them before he dropped to the swells of her chest. She was so soft here, the skin like gossamer. The valley between her tempting mounds lured him. There was no way he couldn’t rake his taste buds over her skin.
Tessa’s body tightened. She let out a harsh breath. She fought to lift her arms from the bed, but he held her in place, tormenting her with his lips as he edged closer to the jutting nipples she arched his way, seemingly desperate to have them in his mouth.
Who was he to say no?
He grabbed both her wrists in one hand, pressing her deeper into the mattress as he took her breast in his palm and lifted it to his thirsting lips. He tasted the tip with a greedy lick before opening his mouth and sucking as much of her onto his tongue as he could.
Tessa jerked. Her cry became a wail. Her nipple turned to stone, and he sucked even harder, grazing her with the edge of his teeth.
Under him, her legs moved restlessly, wrapping themselves around him. She fought to free her hands and plant her lips on him. But he held her in place with a firm grip, switching his attention from one breast to the other. If possible, she tasted even sweeter here. He pulled hard on her. She sucked in a needy breath and gave up trying to escape. Instead, she arched and twisted as if trying to give him more and grabbed at the hand covering hers.
Beneath him, her legs parted, allowing his body to slide between.
Just where he wanted to be.
A flush crept up her peachy-pale skin. She closed her eyes in ecstasy, her body tightening. The pulse at her neck pounded. Her swollen lips parted, tempting him every bit as much as the gorgeous breasts he gorged on.
“Zy…”
He released her nipple and squeezed it, delighting in her soft gasp. “What, baby?”
She wriggled and cajoled. “Now.”
Soon, but… “Not yet.”
Tessa opened her eyes. “Haven’t we waited enough? Is something wrong?”
Their gazes fused, and he felt a zing inside him, at a place so deep in his chest he’d never felt it. He’d never even known it existed.
His heart?
“No, baby. Everything is so right. You feel it, don’t you?”
She nodded, then nibbled her lip. “Then why…”
Would he torment her and refuse to plunge inside her immediately? “Because we only have one first time, and I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”
“I already won’t because it’s you.”
Fuck. Women who said things like that were usually mentally picking out china patterns and choosing monogrammed towels. In the past, he would have taken his quick orgasm and run. Not with Tessa. That was the closest she’d come to telling him she loved him. And it turned him on almost more than he could stand.