Total pages in book: 210
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
His fingers close around my wrist and he tugs me into him. “Are you taking the piss, Liv?”
“You’ll have to explain your foreign English to me.”
He stands, his body emanating a heat I can feel everywhere. “Are you sassing me, Liv?”
“Ohhh,” I coo, stepping forward. I run a fingertip down his chest to the top of his pants. “Yes. I am. What are you going to do about it?”
His hand sharply connects with my ass. “You’re awfully cocky for someone about to be fucked so hard you’ll feel my cock inside you for a week.”
“And you’re awfully cocky for someone who has yet to get your cock inside me.” I skip backward out of his hold with a challenge in my eyes.
I know it’s there. I can feel it—it’s in my words and the way my hips sway as I leave the room. If it’s in every step, it’s in my eyes, too.
I run into my room and strip off my clothes. I open the drawer and pull out the pale-pink set—his favorite. My favorite.
The door opens before I can put it on and Tyler snatches it from my hands. He stands between me and the drawer, his breathing heavy and heated, and runs his eyes over me. They peruse my body, leaving no part untouched by his hot gaze.
Goose bumps coat my skin in the wake of his stare and heat sizzles across them. I shiver when his eyes hover at my bare, exposed pussy.
He trails his fingers from my shoulders, over my breasts, down my stomach, and finally to my hips. He grabs me quickly and pushes me back on the bed. Instead of screaming, I gasp, and he covers my body with his.
My legs, my hips, my breasts—he’s over them all, flat against me, his fingers in my hair and his mouth working mine.
“Fuck the underwear,” he mumbles, running his hands down my sides. They skim over my skin and set off a whole new round of charges.
His skin is like an electric current across mine, ignited only when we touch, sparking sensations in places I didn’t know I could feel. My fingertips are humming as they travel up his back, and there’s a level of material between us.
Material I want gone.
Material I’m smart enough not to ask about.
I know who’s in control here. I know who’s holding the strings and who’s tugging them. It isn’t me—it never is. It’s always him, playing and yanking and teasing.
His mouth travels down my neck to my breast and he takes one nipple in my mouth. He pinches my breast from beneath, his thumb massaging the soft flesh, and he hums as he flicks his tongue over the hardened and extra-sensitive nipple.
I cry out, half in pleasure, half in pain. A sweet pain, one that twists my stomach in the best kind of way.
He turns his attention to my other nipple and I swear to fucking everything unholy that, if he keeps this shit up, I will come.
I put my fingers in his hair and tug in an effort to get his mouth away from my breasts. He grasps my wrists and holds my arms out wide, his longer arms holding mine steady despite a lame wriggle.
“I told you you would pay for what you did earlier. I don’t care how you writhe between me, Liv. I just care that you do. I’ll have you writhing all night until you finally come if that’s what it takes.”
He releases me now and bends down to the floor. He stands, my pair of pink panties in his hands, and a sexy grin takes his mouth.
My own drops open as he grabs my hands and secures them using the lace underwear. Holy. Shit. The man is a master of sexual manipulation.
He works the buttons of his shirt until it falls open, exposing his toned abdomen. He shrugs it off his shoulders and lets it fall to the floor with a quiet swish. The sight of him half naked before me is so teasing that I still entirely while he undoes his pants.
The pants follow the shirt until only his underwear remains, and I wish I could sit up and tug them off, too.
He leans over me again and sucks lightly on my pulse point. It’s thrumming, pounding, pulsating beneath the gentle caress of his tongue. My body is alive and waiting, anticipating, ready.
He wraps his arms around me and lifts me to standing. “Time to get wet,” he whispers, pushing me toward the bathroom.
I ache as he leads me into the room and then the shower. My breath catches when he turns the water on full force and steps out of his boxer briefs.
His erection pings free, standing upright and resting against his stomach. I swallow at the sight of it. God—it’s long and hard and I know exactly how that fucking tastes.