Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 99967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
She curls her arms around my neck as she buries her face in it, too.
“No hiding,” I say, nudging her chin up so I can see her. “You make a fucking good breakfast burrito, sugar.”
She wrinkles her nose, and I kiss it.
“It’s not a competition.”
That makes her gray eyes sparkle. “I like a little competition.”
I smirk and nuzzle her neck, then nibble my way over her collarbone. “You taste better than that meal.”
“Not possible.”
My hand slides under her cropped shirt, over the bare skin of her back, and it breaks out into goose bumps under my touch.
“Do you have any objections at all to me propping you on this table and having dessert?”
There’s a little moan in the back of her throat, and she shakes her head. “No. I don’t mind.”
I pick her up and move down one spot where the table is empty, set her on the tabletop, and sit in the chair in front of her.
Her legs widen so I can move in close, and I scoot her skirt up her smooth legs. She lifts her ass, and when the skirt is bunched around her waist, she sits again and pushes her hands into my hair.
“Shirt off.”
With her eyes on mine, she grabs the hem of the blouse and pulls it over her head, and I lean in to pepper kisses over her sternum and upper stomach.
“Your skin is so fucking soft,” I murmur against her and brush my nose over one lace-covered nipple before sucking it into my mouth, making her moan. I kiss over to the other and give it the same treatment before I make my way down to her warm center.
I drag a knuckle over her wet panties, then nudge my finger under the side and tug them out of my way.
“Fucking hell, sugar. You’re already so goddamn wet.” I lean in and take a deep breath, and my cock is instantly rock fucking hard for this woman. Christ, I need to claim her more than I need my next breath.
“It seems to be a permanent condition when I’m around you,” she replies and gasps when I brush my fingertip over her clit. “Fuuuuuck.”
“For almost six months, I’ve thought about this,” I say before planting a wet kiss on her inner thigh. “That’s a long fucking time, Harper.”
“Super long,” she agrees.
“A few things,” I say, dragging my lips down to her knee. “One, I haven’t been with anyone, in any capacity, since you.”
That startles her into blinking at me, her eyes wide as I continue to ghost my fingertip over her clit.
“No one?”
“I didn’t want anyone else. I had you, and no one else could compare, Harper.”
She gasps when I tease her entrance.
“Same.” She bites her lower lip. “You’re the only … in more than two years.”
I pause and stare up at her. “I’m the only man who’s been inside you in more than two fucking years?”
“Close to two and a half.”
“Tell me you’re on birth control.” I grip her panties in my hands and yank them down her thighs, off her feet, and toss them over my shoulder. “Tell me, Harper.”
“I’m on birth control.” She bites her lip and touches her left inner biceps, and I reward her with a biting kiss on her inner thigh, just an inch from her soaked pussy.
“Good. Tell me I can take you bare, sweetheart. Don’t get me wrong. I’m going to sit here and eat you for as long as possible before I take you to my bed where you fucking belong and pound you into the goddamn mattress. But when that time comes—”
“Yes.”
I groan and lick her bare pubis. She shaved for this date, but what I told her all those months ago is true.
I don’t care.
I just want her.
I’ll never see this dining room the same way again. Every time I walk in here, I’ll see her, splayed open for me so fucking beautifully it hurts, and I’ll be immediately rock hard for her, just the way I am now.
Every goddamn time.
I drag my nose over that place where her leg meets her core, and she whimpers.
“Blake.”
“That’s right. Say my fucking name when you’re riding my face.”
I open wide and fucking devour her. I lick my way up her seam, from entrance to clit, then back down again, so hungry for the very essence of her. For every drop, every moan, every goddamn gasp.
I want them all.
They’re mine.
She doesn’t know it yet, but she is fucking mine.
“Holy shit,” she groans, her hips moving in lazy circles. She grabs the edge of the table to ground herself, and I allow it.
For now.
With my hands pressed to her strong inner thighs, I hold her firm when she instinctively tries to squeeze around my head, and my thumbs rub circles over that most tender skin, making her squirm even more.