A Sweet Spot For Love – Rock Falls Read Online Aliyah Burke

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
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Linc growled in his throat as he closed his eyes and flicked his tongue around her pebbled nipple.

Emma whimpered as his words resonated through her. Wasn’t all that did. Her entire body reverberated with every touch, stroke, and breath of this man. Linc made her feel beautiful and she pushed away the last vestiges of her fear before sinking her hands into the silken strands of his hair and pulling.

She hadn’t a chance in hell of moving him if he didn’t wish to but he did slice his gaze up to her, eyebrows up in silent question, even as he continued to make love to her breast.

“Make me feel better.”

His gaze burned her like the flames from a solar flare. She sank her teeth into her lower lip and unlike the other times when he’d used his thumb to free it from the grip, this time he surged up her body and claimed her mouth. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth and laved it with his tongue before planting his own small bite on it.

This one didn’t hurt. At least not her lip. But deep inside her gut, it clenched, hard. And she shifted with a moan of need. Linc rose over her, his hair falling around his face as he stared at her.

Unease began to creep in and he gave a firm shake of his head. “Eyes on me, Freckles. No one else in here but you and me. And I swear to you, I love everything I am about to see.”

“Words,” she gasped as his fingers danced up her side, under her shirt. Well, his.

“Ones I’m about to prove.” He settled between her legs and skimmed her with his stare. She shifted and he settled a large hand in the middle of her less than flat stomach. “Let me just look, Freckles.”

Emma didn’t want him to look. She wanted him to touch. Kiss. Deliver on the promises that had been flitting between them for the past few weeks with their teasing, fleeting touches, and heated looks.

But she held still, staring at him as his eyes devoured her. The intensity with which he observed her made her wonder what he was thinking about. His thick eyebrows converged as he watched her.

“Christ, Freckles. The things I want to do to you.”

“Words,” she repeated.

His lips twitched as he met her gaze with a hungry one of his own. “Is this a case of show don’t tell?”

The familiar teasing set her more at ease. “Something like that. Or put your money where your mouth is?”

“I’m sure the places I’m about to put my mouth, money has no business being.” He bent closer and lifted her to a seated position, dragged her so her legs hung off the huge mattress on his bed, and knelt before her.

“Shirt off.”

She reached for the hem of his jersey, one she wanted to keep, but that wasn’t the focus right this moment. His hands covered hers, lifting them together along with the shirt. The material fell beside her but she wasn’t watching it, all her focus was on the man who stared at her like she was his last meal.

Never had such hunger pooled in someone’s gaze while they watched her. Linc skimmed his hands along her silhouette only to settle them along her full hips, fingers digging into the rolled waistband of the sweatpants he’d put her in. His eyes met hers as he tugged. She almost held her breath as he dragged them down her legs.

“Fucking spectacular,” he murmured as the pants fell to the floor.

She followed his large, strong hands as they slipped up her thighs, noting how dark his skin was next to hers. A beautiful blend.

Emma was seated on his bed in a bra and panties. Her bra straps were already partway down her shoulders and the cups were wet from his mouth. Seconds later, his mouth covered her right breast and she gasped. The slide of satin along her skin was the only warning that the bra was being tossed away like the rest of her clothing.

She didn’t care. Not a bit. His mouth was a fucking miracle. He flicked, sucked, and nipped on her breast and all she could do was whimper as her fingers speared deeper into his hair to hold him closer. He laved kisses between her breasts prior to paying the same attention to the left one.

“Linc,” she moaned.

He didn’t stop. As he skimmed the thumb of his hand over the nipple not in his mouth, she shuddered and bit down on her own lip to contain her cry. Of need or frustration, she wasn’t sure.

“No, Freckles. No hiding what you want, what you like from me. I need to hear you.”

He pinched one nipple while he grazed the other with his teeth. How the sensations were so damn different but so similar, she couldn’t explain—both were fucking lightning bolts to her core.



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