Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 121210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
I actually guffaw, I laugh so hard. “Like…forever? We’ll have to go down eventually.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” His eyes are avoiding the edge entirely now, looking everywhere but down. “Maybe if you distract me a little bit, it won’t be as bad.”
I let my eyes run up and down the length of him, his big, muscular frame still towering over mine, despite the fact that his current fear-induced state has him cowering. Clay Harris wants me to distract him, and I’d be a liar if I said my ideas revolved around conversation.
“Oh yeah?” I lick my lips. “What were you thinking?” I push up close to him and onto my toes to touch my lips just barely to his. “Something like this?”
“Okay. Yeah.” His eyes are closed tight, and his lungs move up and down with heavy breaths. “That’s not bad.”
“What about this?” I ask, placing another kiss to the side of his neck. He nods and, emboldened, I keep going. “This?” With my hand to his belt buckle, I grab the front waistband of his pants and pull him against me.
“Yeah.” His words are thick on his tongue. “That works.”
“And this?” I slide my hands around his back and beneath his jeans, grabbing his ass over his cotton boxer briefs.
“Uh-huh,” he says gruffly.
I take his hand in mine then, guiding it up my side and across my chest until the skin of his palm rests hot on the exposed part of my breast. His eyes pop open, and I bite my lip in a smile.
“That work, too?”
“For what? Making me hard? Because yeah, it’s working.” Instantly, a giggle escapes my throat, and his eyes jump from his hand to my eyes. “Fuck, Josie. I love that sound.”
The frankness and grit in his voice catch me off guard, and my breath freezes in my chest. Damn, this man. He’s making me feel things I don’t think I’ve ever had a man make me feel. My nipples are hard beneath my bra, and every nerve ending in my body feels like it’s been lit with a match. I’m so swept up in him, so overwhelmed…I want him.
Actually, I more than want him. I have to have him.
“Take my clothes off, Clay.”
“Up here?” he nearly squeaks.
I smile and nod. “Yeah, baby. I figure fucking me right here is a really good way to distract you. Maybe even get rid of your fear altogether. Don’t you think?”
“You’re serious?” His chuckle is rough and so damn sexy I feel it in the throb between my thighs.
“Never been more serious in my life.”
His movement is fast and stilted, but all the hesitation and clinging to the tower are gone as he strips his shirt over his head and pulls my body against the heat of his bare skin. I run my hands down the tops of his arms and over the surface of his chest, stopping on the hard feel of his pecs and gasping when he pulls my hips in close to his own.
We both shake now, the adrenaline of what we’re doing far outweighing his fear and my calm of before.
I lick my lips, and he watches for a millisecond, his eyes turning hot and burning in an instant. Between one moment and the next, our lips are together and our tongues are clashing for supremacy, trying to be the one to get the best taste. He lowers me down to the surface of the deck, putting his discarded T-shirt behind my head to pad the surface and then pulling my shirt even farther off my shoulder to expose the lace of my bra.
My nipple is pert and completely visible, and he sucks it into his mouth through the thin material. I moan.
“Definitely feeling way better about heights right now,” he says around the flesh, making me laugh and sigh at the same time. “Definitely.”
I thread my hands into the strands of his hair, pulling his mouth up to mine and experimenting in yet another style of kiss. It’s slower but deeper, inquisitive and open, rather than greedy. He’s an expert at it, and I feel the sensation all the way to my toes.
Carefully, I wrap my legs around his hips and cross my feet at the ankles, meshing us together so tightly it’s hard to breathe. He trails his hand down my side and into the top of my jeans, and after a quick fiddle with my belt and the button, he’s got them open for easier access.
Fingertips skim at the delicate lace of my underwear, hypersensitizing the skin underneath and pulling my hips up in an arch of desperation for more. It’s everything and not enough all at once, and I breathe deeply to try to savor the moment instead of rushing it.
He pulls moisture from my center and sweeps it up over my clit, circling lightly and sending my body into the kind of hum that vibrates.