Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
He smiled at the little shiver that ran through her. She was sweet and she was sexy. It was a heady combination. Not moving from behind her, he reached for the hems of her sweater and T-shirt, letting his fingers deliberately brush over the soft skin of her stomach and loving her little shivers beneath his touch. He slowly lifted the fabric up her torso, over her stomach, and then her rib cage, and then her breasts, and then all the way up over her head.
He threw the clothes to the floor, then leaned in and whispered, “You can put your arms down now. But don’t do anything else unless I tell you.” He liked the little hint of a smile he saw in her profile, the proof that she was enjoying herself. He reached around and undid the snap on her jeans, lowering the zipper next, then pushing the denim down her legs before kneeling to untie and help her slip out of her sneakers. Then he pushed the denim all the way off her legs.
Slowly, he made a circle around her in the very small lounge of his boat. He wanted her to know he was looking, as that would heighten her excitement. He spoke softly. “You’re beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Her smile grew bigger. He still wasn’t sure she believed him, but she should. Because he was telling her the complete and unfettered truth. Her beauty was both skin deep and far deeper than that. A light shone from within her, a light that had captivated him even when they were in high school.
He came to a stop in front of her this time, reaching out to let his fingers play over the straps of her bra. He stroked over them and then beneath them, but didn’t slide them down. Not yet. Then he ran his hands along the sides of both breasts, along her chest and the inward curve of her waist, and then to her hips, finally sealing them over the fabric there. Again, he stroked over and then between the fabric and her skin, but he didn’t take anything off. Not yet.
He stepped just a little bit closer and then lowered his lips toward hers, close enough that he could feel her breath, but not quite close enough for their lips to touch. He could hear how the breath shook in her lungs. And then, finally, he pressed his lips to hers. Her breath rushed out in a gasp. And she tasted so sweet. Always so damned sweet.
He ran kisses from her lips, down her neck, down to the hollow of her throat, where he slipped his tongue out once, twice, until a low moan emerged, and he could feel the vibration against his lips. Then he ran his kisses lower, over the swells of her breasts and then lower still, down the very center of her body. Down to her belly button, where he tasted her again, before running kisses down still farther. He cupped her hips, loving the feel of her curves, knowing he couldn’t wait another second to have even more of her. He wasn’t just teasing her. He’d been teasing himself too. And he’d hit the end of his restraint.
He slid her underwear down slowly, but he couldn’t wait any longer to press his lips to her sex to taste her fully. She moved her hands to his shoulders, holding on, and he could feel her legs trembling as he gently widened her stance. Every part of her was sweet, and he swore he could have stayed like this for hours, learning every inch of her with his lips, his tongue, his hands.
Soon, she was whispering his name and then shuddering beneath his touch. And even then, he didn’t stop—not yet. Not until they both had more. He was gentler now, leisurely as he drove her higher, up so high that when she came for him, she was no longer whispering his name, but crying it out.
* * *
Josie didn’t think her body could withstand this much pleasure. But Malcolm was relentless in giving. Giving. Giving. And, oh, it felt so good, but she didn’t want it to be a one-way thing. She wanted to give him pleasure too.
As if he could read her mind, he said as he kissed his way up her body, “Do you have any idea how good this makes me feel?”
She licked her lips, shook her head. “But the pleasure’s been all mine so far.”
“Wrong. It’s been both of ours. Every time you cry out my name, it’s the best it’s ever been for me.”
He gave her a kiss, and then he drew back and moved his hands around to the latch of her bra. And then he made her wait. Wait to have that final layer of fabric stripped from her skin. Wait to be completely bare to him. Wait for another onslaught of pure sensation. Because with her vision temporarily gone, she was a mass of aroused nerve endings. Awaiting his next kiss, the next stroke of his tongue over her skin, the next brush of his fingertips.