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)
“Nothing. I’m waiting.”
“Nova, you’ve got a look on your face that makes me wonder if I should be celebrating or worried.”
“No reason to worry. I’m just thinking about everything I want to do to you.”
Chapter Eighteen
“I’ve been doing that every fucking night,” Fletch admitted. “We’ve got a lot of catching up to do if we do everything I imagined us doing.”
He was a little surprised when she answered, “I’m game.”
But was she only game for tonight or for the rest of the time they’d be living together in this apartment? Even if she didn’t want to share a room and a bed and only stopped over for nightly visits.
He wouldn’t be against morning wake-up calls, either.
And maybe they could even meet back here during their lunch breaks.
He was getting ahead of himself.
As soon as he came back around the bed, she plucked the condom from his hand, tore it open, threw the wrapper on the nightstand closest to them, then stepped back in front of him so she could roll it down his length.
He bit back a groan when his cock pulsed and flexed within her fingers. Her touch was nice, but being inside her would be even better.
“One good thing about condoms is it’ll help keep me from embarrassing myself in thirty seconds flat.” He made it come off like a joke, but he was hardly joking. After fucking her in the bathroom last Sunday night, doing it again was all he could think about.
“If you finish in thirty seconds, you’ll have to make it up to me in other ways,” she warned.
“I can think of plenty of ways, don’t worry.” He had a whole mental list full of them. In fact, that list was so long, if anyone actually saw it…
Yeah, not a good idea.
“I’ll hold you to that.” She grabbed his arm and yanked him back to the bed, repeating, “Less words, more action.”
“You got it, Kitten.”
He wanted her to be on top so he could take full advantage of the mirror on the ceiling. He climbed onto the mattress and once he was settled onto his back, he held out his hand. “Mount up, Kitten, you can ride me like my sled.”
She ignored his hand and straddled his hips. “Do you vibrate like one? I orgasmed on the run last Sunday.”
He stared at her. “What?”
She smiled. “Yep. The ladies warned me that it could happen, but…” She shrugged.
Damn. He had no clue that happened. “You need to share that shit with me.”
“Is that a suggestion or an order?”
“It’s a plea. Do me a solid and tell me.”
“I’ll consider your request. Now…” She grabbed his cock from where it laid near his hip and held it straight up.
He lost his train of thought as she lifted up, hovered over it then, with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, she slowly… oh, so fucking slowly… sank down and he watched it disappear. Her lips parted as she ground down against him to seat it even deeper, until his cock was completely encased in her wet heat. And, fuck, it felt so damn good.
His first instinct was to grab her hips and begin thrusting up and into her like a wild man, but he forced himself to relax and look up into the mirror. To take the time and appreciate a very naked, very sexy Nova.
Fucking perfect.
She was perfect. This was perfect. Having a mirror to watch what was about to happen was absolute perfection.
She curled over him, licking a long line from his stomach, up between his pecs, around both nipples and up his chest. She brushed her lips along his strained throat before her mouth hovered above his. Simply taking the time to breathe each other in for a moment before she closed the gap between them.
Her every little move, every little shift, made him want to jam his cock into her over and over, but he forced himself to lay still and wait. He would let her set the pace, let her control what happened next. At least until he couldn’t bear it anymore and took over.
He wanted to watch her. In front of him. Above him. He wished there were mirrors on the walls, too, so he could see her lithe-like movements from every angle.
She was thinner than the women he normally went for. Not actually skinny, but lean muscle. He wasn’t into gym bunnies more concerned with zero body fat and thigh gaps. Hell no. He appreciated a woman with enough flesh to dig his fingers into, curves to hold onto. Breasts big enough to smother him until he had to tap out.
Nova had none of that. She was almost the complete opposite of the women who normally caught his eye. But something about her drove him fucking insane with wanting her. Not just with wanting to fuck her, but more. He had this crazy urge to claim her, to make her his. So no one else could have her.