Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
I don’t know why he wants to slow down. I want this. Now. This has been building for months, and it’s all crashing down on me.
“Lucias, please,” I beg. Oh, how the tables have turned in the past twenty-four hours. I’ve gone from wanting to be nowhere near him to not wanting any space between us.
He grabs my hands, which were trying to rip the shirt from his body, and pins them above my head.
“Baby, you have to give me a second.”
“Frak, Lucias, we’ve had months.” I can hear the pout in my own voice, a voice coated with need.
He drops his forehead to mine, taking a few deep breaths. “How does everything that comes out of your mouth sound so fucking cute and sexy at the same time?”
I lick my lips and wiggle against him, making him do that growl thing again. I didn’t even know a man could make that kind of noise.
“I’m on edge, baby. When I got back here I was still a little hyped up, then I saw you laughing with Scribe, which made me jealous as fuck. I wanted to drag him from the room and beat the shit out of him because he made you laugh. He’s my brother and I wanted to lay him out. I didn’t give a shit.”
He lets out a ragged breath and keeps going.
“Then you’re saying shit like ‘For the Horde’ and ‘frak.’ I don’t even know what that hell it means and it’s getting me harder.”
My breath catches.
“I get you up in my room and you’re finally saying what I’ve been wanting you to say for fucking months. Months! Dreaming of this, wanting this, walking around with a hard-on I can’t seem to get to go down no matter how many times I take myself in hand. But I keep trying because it’s the only option I’ve got. Because if it isn’t you, it’s no one. I knew that from the moment I saw you.”
He wants me to calm down and go slow, but that isn’t going to help. It’s only making things worse. The more he keeps talking, the more I want him. The more I fall over the edge for him.
“And those fucking glasses. You kill me with those. I’ve been picturing you in nothing but those glasses and one of those messy hair buns you do on the top of your head, laid out on my bed. Me pulling your hair free as I slide my cock in and out of you, making love to you.”
“You can do that. Right now, Lucias.” I want him so bad. He’s making me fall in love with him the more he talks, and I believe him. It’s not like he’s trying to get me anymore. I’m throwing myself at him and I couldn’t be more of a sure thing. He’s having to hold my hands down so I don’t attack him.
“I know, baby. That’s the thing. I want this to be perfect. I want to go slow and savor every moment of it.”
“Okay,” I agree, taking one of those deep breaths.
“Now. We’re going to strip these clothes off you and make the fantasy I’ve been having for the past two months a reality. And it starts with me tasting every inch of your body.”
12
Lucias
I pull Izzy up so she’s sitting in the middle of the bed. Reaching down, I pull off her navy-blue T-shirt that has a picture of a dog on it and reads Pugs Not Drugs. I can’t help but smile at it and then moan as I see she’s got on a soft, pink, lacy bra underneath.
The sight of her creamy skin against the pale lace has me panting. Reaching down to her waist, I pull off her shorts and see she’s wearing matching panties, too. With her hair piled up on top of her head and those dark-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, it’s all I can do not to blow a load in my pants. She looks like a cross between a naughty schoolteacher and an innocent virgin.
Putting my head in my hands I rub my eyes, and look back to her.
“How are you real?” I whisper.
She smiles ruefully, and in a sultry move spreads her legs wide. When I see the wet spot on her panties, I snap.
Diving face first into her pussy, I pick up her hips, and she flops back on the bed with a moan. I throw her legs over my shoulders and press my mouth against the pink lace. I can smell her through the material, and I can even get a hint of taste through it. Her sweet fragrance drives me past the point of control and I start to eat at her panty-covered pussy.
“Lucias,” she gasps as my mouth opens wide and tries to suck her into my mouth, lace and all.