Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
“What?”
She lifted her face to his. She had so many things she could say to answer his question. Yes, things would get complicated. Yes, it might risk their investigation. No, she wasn’t willing to find someone else to have sex with. Not when the man she wanted was within her reach.
Selfish? No doubt. But at the moment, she didn’t care. That might change come morning like it had last time.
“You’re not naked,” she finished instead. She grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs and yanked them down, freeing his bobbing erection.
His hips jerked when she wrapped her fist around the base of his cock and without breaking eye contact, she slowly lowered herself to her knees. Once she was in position she licked her lips and stared at the thick, glistening crown.
Her pussy clenched in anticipation and from the memory of the two of them in the bathroom last weekend that was now replaying in her head.
“Nova,” he murmured. He brushed the hair away from her face and tipped it up to him, using two fingers under her chin.
When their eyes met again, she caught the slight widening of his before he could hide his reaction. She wondered what that was about but then, she was a bit surprised by how much she wanted Fletch. Maybe it was the same for him. An undeniable attraction both had tried to initially fight but kept failing at.
Whether that was the reason, or whether it wasn’t, didn’t matter. Both of them were naked and they were doing this. Smart decision or not.
Keeping her eyes tipped up, she took him into her mouth and witnessed a complete change to his expression as she did so.
While the skin on his neck had tasted salty, his cock had a tang to it that she hadn’t experienced in quite a while and surprisingly missed. She kept watching his face as she drew him in and out of her mouth.
With his hands gripping the sides of her head, his fingers tangled in her loose hair, using it to guide her, but not forcing her to take him faster or deeper.
At least, not yet.
She scraped her short nails down his lightly-haired thighs before cupping his soft sac, pulling and kneading his balls gently within her fingers.
“Christ, Nova,” came out on a long groan.
Her cheeks hollowed out when she sucked him with force, while pumping him at the root with her fist and increasing her pace with both her hand and her mouth.
She was playing with fire. She knew what she was doing could send him over the edge before they even had a chance to fuck.
She didn’t want that but she also was enjoying his reactions to her giving him head. She must be doing something right. Confirmed by the deep, low groan that filled the air around him and made her want to double down.
She scraped her teeth lightly over the swollen head and ran the flat of her tongue down the thick ridge, sucking at the spot where the root met the delicate skin of his sac. She reversed the action and once she encircled the crown with her lips again, she took her time swallowing his length until she reached her limit.
“Fuck… fuck… Fuck, Nova, you gotta stop…” Releasing her hair, he grabbed her elbows and hauled her to her feet.
She wiped the back of her hand over her mouth. “I wasn’t done.”
“No shit, but I was. As much as I want you to suck me off ’til I come, I’d prefer to finish inside you.”
She wanted that, too. “Then let’s get to it.”
“You wet?”
“You have to ask?” She grabbed his hand and pressed it between her thighs.
“Fuck yeah, you are,” he whispered, his Adam’s apple sliding up his throat, hanging for a split second before dropping back into place.
He drew his middle finger through her slick folds and then dipped it inside her. Once he pulled it free, he lifted his hand between him and Nova couldn’t miss the shine on his finger.
“Is that from the bike or you giving me head?”
“Both. Plus, the anticipation of what we’re about to do next.”
A smile crept across his face. “I’m one lucky motherfucker. All those fuckers at that bar that wanted you, Nova, they don’t get to have you, but I do.”
“Less words, more action,” she suggested. “Condom?”
He jerked into motion and rounded the bed. When he bent over buck-assed naked to dig through a duffel bag on the floor against the far wall, she appreciated everything he was pointing at her.
He had a hell of an ass. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to bite it or slap it first. Despite that, she remained where she was. Tonight, she decided she’d leave scratches in those perfectly shaped globes instead.
When he turned and he lifted his eyes to her, he came to an abrupt halt. “What?”