Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
“Too well?” she asks, an arch to her brow.
“Yes. Too well.” I slide a finger into the slick heat of her body, and my cock twitches. “You’re so fucking wet.” I push to my feet and scoop her into my arms, walking the only direction I can, which is straight. The next stop is someplace, anyplace, I can kiss every inch of her.
Chapter Twenty-One
Ethan
We lose her shoes on the way down the hallway, but neither of us comment. We’re lost in each other, in how right this feels. She belongs in my arms, and I have never thought that about any other woman. Sofia is tiny and delicate in my arms but stronger than I believe she realizes. I know from losing my own mother that death and grief are the bullies that try to destroy you, but they haven’t beaten her. They won’t beat her. Of this I have no doubt. We pass an enclosed kitchen to the left, then a dining area, and just beyond it, a small living room that becomes our destination. Once we’re in there, I ignore the blue couch and sit Sofia down on top of an oversized matching chair, right at the edge.
Her instinct is to close her legs, like a perfect lady, which is part of what makes her sexy, but it’s not the good girl I’m after tonight.
I toe off my shoes and shrug out of my jacket, tossing it onto the couch. She watches expectantly, but that’s where I stop undressing. I want Sofia far too much to turn this into the fast fuck we don’t need right now. I settle in front of her, my hands cupping her calves, my lips pressing to her knees, my eyes meeting her eyes. “Open for me, sweetheart. Let me see you.”
Her teeth scrape her bottom lip, and despite all we have done together, there’s a nervous energy about her. She understands now what I said was truth. It’s different to be exposed with a stranger than someone you know, than someone who matters. And she does matter to me. That point was driven home to me when I couldn’t stay away from her. When I couldn’t stop thinking about her. She’s “that” woman for me, the elusive white elephant “it” girl men I know swear they’ve found. The one who strips you of your ability to want to fuck anyone else but her. I was told I’d know when I met her. I said that would never happen.
And yet, here I am.
With her.
“I need you to undress too,” she says.
“I’m asking you to trust me enough to be naked when I am not.”
“We did this in the hotel room.”
“And we’ve established this is not then. Will it help if I tell you what comes next?”
“What comes next?” she asks anxiously.
“You’re going to open for me, and I’m going to admire how fucking perfect you are before I lick you, finger you, and make you come on my tongue. After which, I may or may not spank you, but I absolutely will fuck you. Hard and fast, because it’s been too damn long since I’ve been inside you. Later, we’ll go slow. How does that sound?”
She draws in a breath, her breasts rising with the action, while my cock throbs with the sight of her, with the idea of doing everything I just said to her, both to her and with her.
Her lashes lower, and her teeth are back at her lip. I don’t think I’ve scared her, but I do think I’ve shocked her. I catch her chin and draw her gaze to mine. “What are you thinking?”
“No one has ever said such things to me before.”
“Do you like it?”
“Apparently I like everything you do.”
My lips curve with satisfaction. “That’s exactly what I want to hear. Now, open for me, baby.”
“Baby? Not sweetheart? You called me that once before.”
“What do you want me to call you?”
“Anything you want to call me, if you’re doing all the things you just promised to do to me.”
I laugh at the unexpectedly honest answer that is everything I could want from her and more. I plant tiny clusters of kisses on her knees, pleased when her fingers dive into my hair. And when I ease her legs open and kiss her inner thigh, she pants and tilts her face skyward, an act that tells me my teasing has paid off. She’s on edge. She’s ready for me. I’m damn sure ready for her. It also tells me she’s all mine. We’re past the barriers that were between us outside her home, at least for now. With slow precision I kiss a path up one thigh, and just when I would touch her or kiss her sweet spot, I move to the next.
She’s wide open, and my gaze rakes over her pussy, all pink and perfect. “Beautiful,” I say, and I’m finally testing her sex with my fingers to find her dripping wet. “Ethan,” she breathes out, and I answer her plea with a lick of her clit. One lick. Her fingers dive back into my hair, and I’m smiling when I draw a circle on the sensitive flesh and then suckle her deep. My fingers stroke her, tease her, and when I slide one inside, she leans backward, holding herself up on her arms. I drag a leg over my shoulder, and her elbows soften before she flattens on the giant chair.