Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 79382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
"Do you flush when you're turned on too?" he asked, mostly himself, as one of his hands left my jaw and slid down my neck, snagging the collar of my shirt and pulling it down to expose some of my chest, looking for proof of his theory. "I can just imagine," he went on, leaning forward, his nose moving up my jaw toward my ear, making me shiver involuntarily again, "stripped bare on my bed- your chest, belly, thighs all warm and red as I run my tongue up your inner thighs, biting hard once," he said and his teeth snagged my earlobe unexpectedly, making me let out a surprised groan, the sound loud even to my own ears. "Then feeling your entire body tremble as my tongue slides up your wet pussy and my lips close around your clit and sucks hard."
Desire was a pulsing, overwhelming thing coursing through my whole body. It was loud and strong enough to push away the rational voice in the back of my mind telling me to raise my hands and push him away.
My arms did raise, but my hands landed on him- one low by his hip, the other on his arm just under his shoulder, and they curved and dug in as my hips pressed into his, as my body tried to get closer, get a relief from the need overtaking me.
My back arched backward as his lips kissed down the column of my neck and down to my chest where he was still holding my shirt down several inches.
"I'd let you come," he told me, his tongue moving out to trace under my clavicle. "But then before your pussy even stops spasming, I'd slam deep inside you and fuck you hard and fast, make that one orgasm roll right into another one. Then just because you've made me wait so long for it, I'd give you another one. Until you're so come-drunk that you can't even fucking move afterward."
My air sighed out of me as his tongue traced back up my throat until his mouth was by my ear again.
"But not just yet," he told me, pulling back suddenly, leaving me embarrassingly unsteady, grabbing him tighter for a second as my heavy lids fluttered open to find his light eyes watching me intensely. As soon as my gaze found his, he released me, reaching up toward my hair, slipping his hands in, and mussing it up. "There we go, that's better," he said, sexy as all get out to teasing and light in the span of a blink. I would have found it impressive if I wasn't so thrown off by it. "Let's go," he said, reaching down, grabbing my hand, opening the door, and pulling me out.
I reached up self-consciously to flatten my hair as we walked out into the main room, feeling a blush creep up again as Renny threw himself down in an armchair and I moved to go sit on the arm of the couch next to the guys.
"Pumpkin cheeks," Renny called, making my eyes bug. Pumpkin cheeks? "I have your seat right here," he said, patting his thigh.
And, well, we were supposedly post-coital. It made sense for me to sit with him. The jerk.
"Right," I said, forcing a smile as I moved back to him, sitting carefully down right above his knees.
I should have known better. He was never going to let me get away with that. He reached for my hips, sank in, and dragged me upward until I was on his lap. And it was right then that I realized he hadn't been able to completely cool his desire as quickly as he pretended to. Because his hard-on was pressing into my ass as I sat there.
My gaze went to his face without me realizing and I found him already watching me, eyes a little heated. He reached out, tucking some of my hair behind my ear. "Bet you're just as wet as I am hard," he said in a low, audible only to us, rumble.
He would win that bet.
But I needed to focus.
This was a job.
And I had known he was going to make a move. I thought I was prepared. I obviously underestimated Renny. I had him pegged for sweet and charming and boyishly flirtatious.
But Renny was a man.
And Renny could dirty-talk any man under the table.
And I was a woman and I reacted.
Now that I knew what he was capable of, I would be better prepared.
Or so I was telling myself.
Because if I really thought about it instead of making unfounded declarations, I would realize that there was no preparing for it. Anytime he got that close to me, talked that dirty to me, put his hands and mouth and tongue on me, I was going to melt.
"So, this is Mina," Renny declared, making me shake my head, realizing I had totally been starting at him. Feeling me jump and to squash any hopes I had that maybe he hadn't noticed, his fingers dug into my hipbone and his lips tipped up. I turned back to the others in the room and gave them a smile. "Mina, this is Reeve and Cyrus and, of course you already know Laz."