Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“Suck…suck my nipples.”
His lips immediately took one hostage, torturing the hard, tight bud between his teeth. He pulled back, dropping kisses across one breast and then the other.
“Enough?”
“More.” Her dignity lay in ruins, but she couldn’t focus on anything but the core-melting tug of his lips. “God, more.”
He lavished both breasts that way, a dance of lips, teeth, and tongue that dissolved her muscles until she couldn’t stay upright. She lay back on the island, heedless of the chopped vegetables pressing into her naked back. Cam pushed her legs wide and sucked at the sensitive skin lining the inside of her thighs, drawing blood to the surface. His fingers persuaded the boy shorts down her legs.
The cool air reminded Jo just how exposed she was to him like this. She’d known Cam most of her life, but they’d only been together a few days. Him seeing her this way, in broad daylight, in the kitchen, on food—too much. She tried to close her legs and sit up, but he used one hand between her breasts to press her back into the cool granite surface and the other hand to push one leg farther out.
“Cam, could we wait until—”
“No. Now.”
Those were the last words her brain caught and held. He ate her like the first meal of the day. Like he’d slept on an empty stomach and woke up ravenous. He alternated tender licks and kisses and nips with the near-rough pressure of his lips and the ruthless thrust of his tongue, all the while massaging and pinching and rubbing her breasts. Any self-consciousness Jo had melted into a puddle along with her thoughts, pooling around the hips she pushed into his lapping mouth. She grunted and screamed and hissed through the torturous pleasure of him feasting between her legs until a prism combusted behind her eyes, exploding in shards of color. She dug her fingers into the dense muscles sculpting his shoulder. She scraped her nails across his scalp, pulling his hair and pressing her knees into his head while she shattered into his hungry mouth.
Lucid thoughts filtered back into her mind like pinpricks of light. Bits of food clung to her naked back. Her boy shorts dangled from an ankle. She had one handful of Cam’s dark hair, and in the other hand she clutched the whisk. Had she actually just had oral sex on food? For a moment, all she could think of was Clorox wipes, and then Cam stood up. His hair curled and waved around his face where her fingers had rioted through it. His eyes were still smoked up and he glanced between her legs like he wanted seconds. He licked his wet lips, closing his eyes like he was savoring her taste.
So much for lucidity.
Jo sat up and slid her hands to the front of his jeans, gripping him through the denim.
“I’m so ready, Cam.” She spread herself a few inches wider, inviting him in. “Can we do this?”
He grabbed her wrist, pushing her fist up and down on him for a few seconds, biting his bottom lip before stepping away. He walked over to the sink, leaning back and forcing his hands through the dark hair all over his head, drawing and releasing a heavy breath.
“Not yet.”
Everything hot and melted inside Jo cooled and congealed into a solid block of rejection and embarrassment, settling at the bottom of her belly like a bag of stones. She brushed vegetables from her back and pulled the sleeves of Cam’s shirt over her arms and shoulders, not bothering to button up. She crossed the shirt panels over her breasts and hopped off the counter, pulling up her underwear as soon as her feet hit the hardwood floor. She wiggled her toes to loosen the flour from between them and turned to make a hasty-as-hell retreat from this kitchen. She had almost reached the door when Cam’s arms wrapped around her waist from behind, pressing her back into his chest. She tried to shake him loose, but he tightened around her.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered the words into her neck. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“You never do.”
Jo elbowed him in his six-pack and turned on him, anger bubbling up from a dark cave in her chest and forcing angry words into the light.
“You son of a bitch.” She balled her fists on her hips and narrowed her eyes up at him. “I have raw veggies in bad places, and you have the nerve to turn me down? Again?”
Were his lips twitching? Oh, he thought this was funny? The hurt, the years of rejection and confusion and mixed signals? That was funny to him? Jo charged back over to the center island and grabbed the bag of flour. Before Cam could anticipate what she planned, she dumped it all over his head.