Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
He held our lips together as his fingers gently stroked my cheek. He breathed into my mouth as he felt the same spark of electricity burst between us. He opened his eyes and looked at me before he kissed me again, this time his embrace more purposeful than the last. He really felt my lips this time, felt the shape of my upper lip, felt the softness and the fullness.
Then he moaned quietly.
It was the sexiest sound.
The kiss had barely begun, and I was already weak.
His kiss continued, slow and deliberate, moving up and down, exchanging lips and breaths. He eventually gave me his tongue, and that was an erotic surprise. He was just as good with that as he was with his lips, never giving me too much or too little.
His fingers slid into my hair, and he fisted it like he wanted to control me, to get a grip so I could never get away. He slowly backed me up into my door, so I was cushioned between his hard body and the wooden surface.
I could taste the scotch on his tongue, feel the desire of his hungry lips. I stopped thinking about my life, how little I knew him, and just gave in to the feelings he incited within me.
My hands went to his chest first because that was the part of his body I desired the most. I liked a strong man, a man who had a brick wall for a chest. My fingertips could feel just how solid he was. He was bulletproof.
I kissed him harder as I got swept away by desire. My hands became excited and slid underneath his shirt so I could feel his solid abs. At first, I didn’t know what I was feeling because he was so hard. It was warm skin with mounds and rivers of muscle.
Now, it was my turn to moan.
My hand glided up his back, feeling the powerful muscles that made his body so strong. I moved to his shoulder then dug my nails into his skin, slicing and cutting because I was so excited.
He pressed me harder into the door and kissed me with more ferocity. His tongue was more aggressive, as if he’d lost control of the most sensual part of his body. He wanted to reach the inferno burning in my soul, to let the sparks catch him on fire and consume him until he was ash.
Damn, this was one hell of a man.
His fingers latched on to my hair like a cowboy gripping the reins of an obedient horse, and he overtook me with more power. He angled my chin exactly where he wanted, gave himself full access to everything he desired. He cherished my bottom lip, moved to my top, and then gave me his eager tongue.
If he fucked as good as he kissed…I was a lucky lady.
He pulled his delicious lips away from mine and looked at me in the shadow of the hallway as if somehow we weren’t in public where a neighbor could pass by. Our surroundings changed like a mirage, and we were in my bedroom, the glow from the bedside lamp the only light to highlight that strong jawline, those dark eyes.
Time stopped, and all I did was stare, lips slightly parted with anticipation. My nails loosened against his back, apologetic for their previous aggression. I could stare at this man all night, fascinated by the perfect features of his face. I was in the presence of flooding testosterone. The scent filled my nose, the presence permeated the hallway, the taste was sugar on my lips.
I held my breath.
Without taking his eyes off mine, he grabbed the back of my knee and raised my thigh. He positioned me harder against the door so it would support me as he wrapped it over his hip. His confidence never wavered, and the silence before the boom didn’t make him uneasy. I was one of a hundred, maybe a thousand, but he somehow made me feel like the only one who counted.
He cocked his head slightly as his eyes dragged over my face, appreciating my looks like he found me as beautiful as I found him. His fingers dug into the skin of my thigh before he leaned in again.
And took my breath away.
His kiss was slow and seductive once more, as if he wanted to slow the speed of this racing train. He wanted to appreciate every caress, every sound of breath that escaped our lips.
My fingers slid into his short hair, and my body turned into loose rubber bands. All the tension left my body, and I stopped thinking entirely. I just felt every touch, every heated breath, every single thing this man gave me.
He pressed his body farther into me, and I felt it…
His fat dick.
It was thick, long, fucking perfect.