Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Which suited me just fine when he grinned, circled his strong arm around my hips, and all but yanked me to him.
“Just to inform you,” he said. “This is going exactly where you think it’s going.”
I was happy for that.
But…
“I really don’t have long,” I told him. “I really do need to get a nap in before I head to an interview later.”
His eyes studied me for long moments before he nodded once.
“I have exactly an hour until I need to be at work,” he rasped. “Coincidentally, for an interview this morning.”
I’d take anything he could give me.
Anything.
“So we have an hour,” I breathed. “You better make really good use of those sixty minutes.”
And he did.
Oh, boy, did he.
I’m talking, one second I was pressed against the counter, wanting every single part of his body pressed against mine, and the next I was in his bed half a room away, with him between my legs.
“Speak now or forever hold your peace,” he teased.
I yanked his head down, spearing my fingers in his hair, and pressed my lips to his.
Things went fast after that.
Faster than my imagination could keep up.
His hands were everywhere, touching. Caressing. Squeezing.
I, on the other hand, was just trying to get his shirt off.
Which he wasn’t letting me, because he was doing other things.
His mouth was pressing soft kisses, trailing from just underneath my chin, down to the tops of my breasts.
I’d worn a halfway decent bra today, too.
One that was lace, without being lace.
It was one of those cheap little numbers from the spicy section at Kohl’s.
It wasn’t real lace, but it looked like it, while on the inside, it was soft and supple against my skin, causing me to be able to wear it without wanting to scratch myself the rest of the day.
At one time, it’d also had a lifting effect. But I’d hated the bra to the point of never wearing it because of the bone that held the breasts in an aloft and always perky position.
The panties, on the other hand, were a boring, bland black. But they had a tiny little lavender bow in front that matched the color of the bra.
I heard the rasp of his beard against the top little edges of my bra and groaned.
God, this was really going to happen.
I was finally…
He yanked the cups of my bra down and I momentarily forgot what I was thinking.
In fact, the only thing I could focus on was the way his bearded jaw trailed down along my nipples.
Goose bumps broke out all over my body, and I was just about to open my mouth to say something, not that I knew what, when he closed his lips over one tip.
Apparently, my hands were still in his hair, because I yanked him forward onto my breast like I was force-feeding him my tit.
He chuckled, his raspy voice vibrating deliciously over my nipple.
“You act like you’ve never felt this before.” He chuckled darkly.
I couldn’t tell him that I hadn’t.
Because that would mean that he would stop. That he might not start back up again.
And there was no way in hell I was about to sabotage myself.
Not when he was giving me everything I never knew I needed… or wanted.
His mouth pulled back so he could run his tongue around the areola, making wider and wider circles until he got to the very edges of the darker skin.
“You have the prettiest nipples I’ve ever seen.” He pulled one hand up and pinched it, making me squeak.
It was hard, much harder than I’d ever thought would feel good.
But lo-and-behold, that pulse between my thighs started to pound even harder.
He switched to the other nipple next, making my back arch in anticipation.
He flat out laughed at my eagerness, pressing his large palm to my belly and forcing me back down to the bed.
“Patience, little grasshopper,” he teased.
I would ask him why he’d gone with that particular name later.
But needless to say, the words had a smile tipping up the corners of my lips.
“That smile is beautiful,” he whispered, then I held his gaze as his eyes descended, further and further, to where no man had ever gone before.
Not even my doctor had breached it, mostly because I was freakin’ terrified of them.
When I’d had my miscarriage, I’d avoided the doctor like the plague.
Even my yearly exams, that started when I was finally smart enough to realize that avoiding them wasn’t going to keep me safe from what had happened when I was younger, had their digits well out of that particular space.
My doctor probably thought I was a rape victim, and not a victim of a bad upbringing that emphasized that space was for my husband, and husband only.
CHAPTER 3
Feeling downie? Eat a brownie.
-text from Bram to Jeremiah
JEREMIAH
My night started out with reluctance.
I hadn’t wanted to host the party at my sanctuary.