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)
Lost to this intense chemistry. Because holy shit, do we have chemistry.
Blake Blackwell might very well ruin me for all other men.
And I’m totally okay with that.
“Fuck, you taste so damn sweet,” he growls against my lips.
“It’s the pie.”
“No, sugar, it’s you.”
I push my stomach against his pelvis, and we both groan. He’s hard and long, and holy shit, he’s big.
That makes sense because Blake, as a whole, is big. Well over six feet, with broad shoulders, he’s a large specimen of a man.
And for tonight, he’s all mine.
My hands make a dive for his shirt, pulling it out of his pants and up so I can touch his warm skin and brush my fingers over his sculpted abs. The kind of abs that make a girl sweat.
Or maybe that’s just me.
He groans low in his throat as he follows suit, yanking my shirt over my head and tossing it aside, and then he flicks my bra open, and that goes sliding down my arms to the floor.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he mutters as he kisses down to my jawline. His hands skim over my breasts, down my sides, and then he’s cupping my ass, and I’m airborne with my legs wrapped around his waist, and he’s heading right for the bedroom. “If you don’t want this, say so now, Harper. You’re in control here.”
“Do. Not.” I bite his neck. “Stop.”
Chapter Three
BLAKE
Her hands are in my hair, her legs are around my waist, and I can’t even make it to the bed.
I brace her against the wall so I can devour her, kissing the fuck out of her. She tastes like sugar and smells like fucking sunshine.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I mutter against her lips.
“Too many clothes,” she says before nipping at the corner of my mouth. “Strip, Blake.”
It’s hot as fuck that she’s as revved as I am about losing the clothes, then losing ourselves in each other.
I let her down to her feet, and then we both peel out of the rest of our clothes. Shoes, socks, and pants are all shed, and when she’s standing in front of me in just her simple blue panties, I feel like I’m going to fucking explode.
“Jesus,” I breathe.
“I don’t have protection with me,” she rasps.
“I do.” I kiss her hard. “Stay. Right. Here.”
I run to my bag, open it, and fish around for the few condoms I threw in just in case, then rush back to her.
She hasn’t moved a muscle, and that makes me smile.
Without a word, she jumps in my arms, and I carry her to the bed. I toss the condoms on the bedside table, pull the covers back, then gently lay her in the middle of the king mattress.
She starts to wiggle into a sitting position, but I press my hand on her sternum.
“Stay down.”
“You’re bossy.”
A salacious grin spreads over my face. “You have no idea.” I hook my fingers into the elastic of her underwear and tug them down her legs, over her feet, and bring them to my nose.
“Blake.” She looks scandalized.
“You smell better than fucking pie.”
She bites that lip, and I spread her wide, and suddenly, she throws her arm over her face and stops watching me.
Oh, hell no.
“Don’t you dare hide from me.” I push up and over her, gently move her arm aside, and brush my lips over hers. “Look at me, Harper.”
She cracks one eye.
“All the way. Look at me, beautiful.”
She sighs and opens those gorgeous gray eyes, and I see the hesitation. The embarrassment. And that’s fucking unacceptable.
“There you are. You’re beautiful. Every inch of you. I’m going to feast on your pretty pink pussy until you pass out.”
She goes to cover her face again, but I hold her wrist and kiss her hand.
“No hiding.”
“I’m … not.”
“And no lying.”
“Blake.” She licks her lips. “I haven’t shaved down there in—”
“Don’t fucking care.” I kiss her again, deeply. “I absolutely don’t care. Honest.”
She winces, takes a breath, and then sighs. “Okay.”
Instead of kissing down her delectable little body the way I want to, I nibble across her shoulder and let my hand journey down her flat and toned stomach, over her pubis and the soft curls there, and right into her sopping wet pussy.
“Fuck, you’re already so beautifully wet for me.”
I press one finger inside her, circle her already hard bundle of nerves with my thumb, and grin against her skin when she moans and moves her hips.
“So responsive. Christ, you’re squeezing the fuck out of my finger. You’re so tight.”
She licks her lips again and widens her legs, silently begging for more.
“What do you need, Harper?”
“You.”
I hum into her neck. “I like the sound of that. I’m right here. I’ve got you. What else do you need?”
I pull my finger out and push two inside. She moans long and deep, her hips lift off the bed, and I smile down into her face as I pull my fingers out and bring them up to my lips, sucking them clean.