Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“I knew you were trouble,” he said as I kissed his jaw, stroked his neck with my tongue, moved my hands to his lower back and down over his ass. “From the moment I saw you get out of that car, I swear to God I knew.”
“Are you going to punish me for it?” I teased, pulling him in deeper, making both of us gasp.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, princess,” his voice gravelly with the struggle for control.
“Then I guess you better show me.”
It was like a switch in him flipped—his body roared to life above mine, and suddenly I found my wrists crossed and pinned above my head, my arms immobilized by his strength. He drove into me with deep, powerful thrusts—slowly at first, making me inhale sharply with every one. But somehow he was rough and commanding without being mean, and the pain began to blur with the pleasure of knowing everything I felt was at his whim. Knowing every ragged breath he took was for me. Knowing every agonizing groan meant he was torturing himself, holding back to make it last.
Sometimes he’d pause, buried to the hilt, and perform some magical spiraling motion with his hips that made my body hum with hunger and desire. The base of his cock rubbed against my clit and I couldn’t speak, couldn’t beg, couldn’t breathe. I struggled to get my arms free, to no avail. My head thrashed from side to side—he was so unbearably deep—everything within me tightening and tightening—my insides a vise around his cock—the tension in me rising to impossible heights—and then suddenly I was riding out the most intense and glorious orgasm I’d ever experienced.
Or maybe it was his climax I felt—deep and rhythmic and thunderous—the throbbing force behind it jarring my bones, shaking my core, tearing my body to pieces that scattered like stars all over the sky.
Was this even real?
I wasn’t sure—not even when he collapsed above me, not even when the scent of vanilla and Lava soap and sex mingled in my head, not even when he finally released my wrists and I could move my arms again.
It was only when he lifted himself off my chest and asked if I was okay that I felt myself returning to earth.
“I don’t know,” I said, still out of breath. “I might have just had an out-of-body experience.”
A laugh rumbled in his throat. “Well, I had an in-your-body experience. And it was fucking amazing. Sorry if it was too fast and you missed it.”
“It wasn’t, and I didn’t.” I rubbed my palms up and down his shoulders. “It was perfect. I’ve never felt an orgasm like that before. I don’t know what you did, but if my body has a language, you speak it.”
“Good.” He sounded smug. Dropping a kiss on my lips, he said, “I’ll be right back.”
He got off the couch, and I flopped onto my tummy, pulling the cool pillow beneath my cheek. My heart was still beating erratically, and my skin felt puckered with goosebumps, although it was hot as hell in the room. The sheet was damp beneath me.
But I didn’t care. My body was completely relaxed, my mind was at ease, and I had the distinct feeling I was exactly where I was supposed to be. Maybe it wasn’t my final destination, but it was part of the journey to get there, and somehow I knew I was on the right road.
A moment later, I heard Griffin moving around in the kitchen. “Just feeding the cat,” he said. “She’s making a bunch of noise in there.”
“We probably woke her.”
“We probably woke the entire block. My windows are open.”
I giggled. “Good thing we’re married. Otherwise we’d cause a scandal.”
He groaned. “You’re as bad as my sister. When are you leaving town again?”
“As soon as you fix my car.”
“Oh, right. That’s good incentive.” The refrigerator door opened and closed. “I’ll be right back.”
“Sure,” I said, my eyelids drifting shut. I was almost asleep when I felt his hand on my back.
“Hey.”
I smiled and opened my eyes. “Hey.”
He crouched down next to me. “I switched on the window unit in my bedroom. Why don’t you sleep in there with me?”
“Isn’t that against the rules?”
“Yes. But we’ve already broken the rules tonight anyway.”
“Right.” I sat up and looked at him. He’d put on boxer briefs, but the sight of his bare chest threatened to light my fire all over again. In fact, I couldn’t stop my hand from reaching out and tracing the lettering on one of the tattoos near his collarbone. “And you think we’ll be better behaved in your bedroom?”
“Hard no. But I’m willing to risk it.”
Dropping my hand into my lap, I met his eyes in the shadowy dark. “I don’t want to make this weird, but are you sure this is okay? In general, I’ve always been a rule follower, and I want to respect yours, but I also really enjoyed those orgasms, so I—”