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)
This time when I lick her, my fingers are working with my mouth, and she is wild with need, grabbing at the cushion she can’t get a grip on. Grabbing for me. Moaning with soft little sounds of pleasure sliding from her lips until the final “Oh God. Oh…God.” She quakes, an entire body eruption, even as her sex squeezes my fingers. I lick her and finger her, slowing down as I feel her body ease. When she collapses, my fingers slide from her body, and her leg slips from my shoulder. I lean into her and kiss her belly, my eyes meeting hers as I say, “That was sexy as hell. You are sexy as hell, and I really need to be inside you right now.”
She pushes up to her elbows, her cheeks pink with arousal. “Still no spanking?”
There she is, the woman beneath the fear I’d glimpsed in Hawaii, and I love it. “After we get that pizza, sweetheart.”
And despite the playfulness of the topic, the promise of a spanking somewhere in our future sizzles in the air. We’re hot together. We’re hot for each other. And I like that she seems shy one minute and bold the next. I like too damn much about her for my own good. And considering how fucked up my life is right now, for hers, too. I’m going to drag her into it, but no matter how hard I tried to talk myself out of risking that happening, I still got on a plane.
And I’m still standing here now, reaching for my tie and loosening it.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Ethan
She watches me unbutton my shirt just enough to pull it and the T-shirt underneath over my head. When I reach for my pants, she’s on her feet, standing in front of me, stroking the thick ridge of my erection. I’m about three seconds from bending her over and burying myself inside her, which is not how I want this to end. I catch her hand and kiss her before unzipping my pants and shoving the remainder of my clothes away. Her gaze lowers to my erection, which has me reaching for my pants, for the damn condom I forgot. She captures my arm and says, “You don’t need that. I called my doctor and got on the pill. She told me that based on when I started taking it in my cycle, that today I’m safe. Unless you want to be safe and—”
“Then you wanted me to come for you?”
“I told myself I didn’t, and even when I called the doctor, I talked myself into believing it was just because I’d gotten freaked out over needing the morning-after pill. But Ethan, I just—we just—”
I kiss her, possessive and deep, and when our lips part, it’s with me sitting on the couch and pulling her down with me. She straddles me, my rock-hard cock between us throbbing with the need to be inside her. She strokes it, and it’s my turn to groan with the pleasure of it. Her hands plant on my chest, and she leans forward, her mouth next to mine as she whispers, “What you don’t seem to understand is that I know you’re going to hurt me. I’ve simply decided to live in the moment.”
“This is our beginning that we can only do one time. Stop expecting an ending.”
“I’m not very good at that.”
“I’ll help you get better.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.” I mold her close, my hand between her shoulder blades, her naked breast pressed to my chest. “I didn’t come here for a better goodbye,” I add. “I came here for more. And more never seems to be enough.”
“More,” she whispers, pressing her hand to my face. “That’s the problem with you, Ethan. You always make me want more.”
“You don’t even know what more is yet, baby,” I say, cupping the back of her head, “but you will. Soon.” And with that promise, our mouths collide, and the time for words evaporates.
I shift her, anchor her, and this time when her hand wraps my erection, it’s to press my shaft inside her, and there’s no preamble to it. I press into the wet heat of her body and pull her down on me. “Holy fuck,” I murmur, and she shifts on top of me, rocking back and forth, side to side, her beautiful breasts bouncing between us.
And I can’t stop touching them or her. My hands and my cock can’t get enough of her. I thrust hard, and she grinds into me, right there demanding more. And all her sighs and moans are as sweet as her honey all over my cock. She’s in control now, hands in my hair, her sex rubbing against my belly, and when I pluck at her nipples, it’s all over. She stiffens and buries her face in my neck a moment before her body trembles and her pussy clenches my cock so damn hard. I’m right there with her. A low, guttural sound escapes my lips, and I’m shuddering with release.