Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
He considers that, then says, “Probably hot in a bad way.”
“Okay. Can you do hot in a bad way to my pussy?”
“God,” he groans. “Your mouth.”
“What about my mouth?”
“It says the most deliciously naughty things. Tempting things.”
“Can I tempt you to use your fingers?”
I shiver again as I’m pinned to the wall by one hard hand splayed across my belly. Gently. Leon is careful. There is just enough sexy pressure and force to make me feel like a goddess that he can’t resist, but never more than what I want. He punishes me with his mouth until I think I’m going to go insane, and then he inserts two fingers, both at the same time, filling my slick channel. I feel tight around him, stretched to the point of pain but not pushed over it, and I let out a moan that the wind instantly disguises. One stroke, and I’m lifting off my toes. Another stroke, and I’m grabbing his hair. Three strokes, this one inside me, stroking the spot that is kind of uncomfortable but also hecking good when it’s hit just right. Of course, he hits it just right.
That’s all it takes to make me come, and when I come, I feel like I’m back in the lake, back underwater, drowning, but also like I’ve become a fish or a mysterious lake mermaid that can breathe under there. I come so hard that my body feels wrung out, my legs get wobbly, and my brain feels like it’s been turned into mush. I can’t remember my own name, or the date, or anything but Leon.
When I open my eyes, I give him a stare of wonder—the kind of look that, when you look at another person, conveys all your amazement. Not just because I’ve never come that hard or that good before, but because I’ve never met anyone like him. Someone who hides in plain sight.
I’m not going to let him hide again. Not from me.
I kiss him hard, brutally, as soon as I have oxygen again. The way he rocks into me with his sexy groans against my lips and the hardness of him straining against my hip makes me want to unravel all over again. He brings his hand up to my mouth, and I don’t hesitate to take his fingers, sucking the ones he just had inside me. This time, his groan is furious, borderline on edge, and I love every bit of it.
His other hand cups my breast, his thumb teasing the hard nipple. It makes me arch my chest into him, begging for more. I thread one hand through his hair, bringing his mouth back to me so I can taste him, and the other I use to grab his hardness through his boxers.
“Fuck, Darby,” he hisses.
I push the wet fabric down, which probably doesn’t feel comfortable for him. I tear my other hand from his hair and pull and tug in tandem, and his boxers slip down a few inches. Wet boxers are really hard to deal with, apparently. I had no idea. I’m not going to be defeated, though, so I keep pulling and tugging until they’re down his thighs, and they eventually fall off the rest of the way. He doesn’t move. He seems frozen, especially when I curl my hand around his hot shaft. He hisses again, and since I think that’s a good sign, I use my other hand as well. He’s thick and long. Actually, he’s just straight-up freaking epically HUGE in shouting and screaming capital letters. It makes me ache to have him inside me. I’m wet and slippery all over, even down my thighs.
I squirm, trying to slam my legs together to stop the ache, and that’s when I realize my thighs are soaked too. I rock against him, kissing him as if my life depends on it, bringing his hard length to my tight, hot center. I can feel my insides clenching, but they’re clenching around nothing, and that’s all wrong. I need him.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper against his lips. I don’t care if guys shouldn’t be called beautiful. I want to call him beautiful, and I do. Because he is that and so much more. “You’re so gorgeous, Leon. Inside and out.” You’re so mine, husband. Even if you don’t know it yet.
Whoa. Alpha female thoughts, much? I’ve never had that going on before, but it’s true. It’s not that I’ll do anything to keep him or make him realize he’s mine. That’s not what that thought means. It’s that I want to show him. I want to know him. There are so many other words that rhyme that could be filled in there, but I’ll just cut it off now.
The point is, I want more time, and I’m going to fight like crazy to get it.