Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
“Need you,” he murmurs against my lips, his hands reaching for the hem of my shirt.
“Then take me.” I follow the statement with a lift of my arms.
He wastes no time ridding me of the fabric and my bra before pulling me in close, chest to chest. Our skin meets in a feverish embrace, heartbeats syncing to the same rhythm.
“Jesus, I love the feel of your skin.” His large, calloused hands are a guided compass as they explore that skin. First, my back, then my breasts.
I arch against him as he thumbs my nipples, his lips and tongue following. Each fiery lick sends shivers down my spine. Moaning, I press down on his erection, feeling myself losing control under his touch.
The needy sound brings him to his feet, his strong hands lifting me effortlessly. Instead of heading toward the apartment like I expect him to, he carries me over to the black Challenger. A classic car he worked on for years, restoring it to its original brilliance just to proudly display it.
The world spins around me in a beautiful blur of colors as I’m laid out on the hood. The cool metal against my back is a stark contrast to the fire dancing beneath my skin.
His thumbs hook into the waistband of my jean shorts, swiftly stripping them away along with my panties, leaving me completely bare beneath his heated stare.
He straightens to his full height, his eyes ablaze with lust. “Goddamn, look at you,” the dark rasp of his voice shoots straight to my core. “Spread your legs for me, baby. Let me see that sweet spot.”
I eagerly obey, feeling a rush of heat as I open myself to him.
His growl morphs into a low sensual hum as he lowers his sweatpants and strokes the hard length of his cock.
My breath catches at the sight before me, the erotic display setting fire to the blood in my veins.
“You ever have a fantasy that you wanted to live out, Elle?” His voice is a seductive murmur, resonating with the same symphony of my heart.
Swallowing hard, I nod. “Every day I seem to get a new one that involves you.”
A cocky smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth. “Me too, baby. And there’s one in particular where I make you come on this car.”
My body flushes at the confession. “Well, I see this happening for you very soon.”
He chuckles, the sound rich with amusement. “Oh, it is, and it’s going to be better than any fucking thought I imagined.” Without another word, he drops his face between my legs, turning fantasy into reality.
Intense pleasure surges through my entire being, forcing a cry past my lips.
His groan reverberates through me as his tongue works its magic. My fingers tangle in his silky hair, drawing him closer to the inferno he has ignited. Each fiery lick is a sin I willingly commit.
Eventually, his hand joins in on the torment, adding to the intoxicating sensation of it all.
“God, I’m about to come already,” I whimper, knowing I’m not going to be able to drag this out.
“Do it, baby,” he growls against my flesh. “Come all over my face.”
The Challenger beneath me is forgotten as ecstasy engulfs every cell of my body. Rippling waves of pleasure cascade through me, each one more intense than the last.
Before I have a chance to bask in it all, Gunnar flips me onto my belly, and pulls me onto my knees, entering me in one powerful thrust.
I cry out at the beautiful invasion, the aftershocks of my release prolonging even further.
“Fuck, Ellie,” he groans long and deep, his fingers digging into my hips as he steadies himself. “How did I survive for so long without having you like this?”
The rawness of those words sears through me, merging with my soul. It’s a thought that often crosses my mind too.
“You good?” he asks through clenched teeth, giving me time.
I don’t want time. I want him. Every fierce, unyielding part of him.
“Yes,” I pant on a whisper. “Keep going and don’t stop.”
Like a well-oiled machine, he surges forward, setting a pace that leaves no part of me unclaimed.
I grip the sleek black car beneath me, my cries echoing through the shop, as I surrender to every savage thrust. It’s wild, freeing, and irrevocably exhilarating.
One hand remains on my hip while his other tangles in my hair, gently tugging my head back as he forces my gaze to the windshield. “Look at us.”
My breath catches at the sight before me. Our reflections dance in the darkened window, reflecting two untamable lovers locked in a battle of pleasure. A primal display that captivates me completely.
“We look good, don’t we?” he says, his voice as raw as this moment.
“So good,” I moan, unable to deny it. It’s more than just carnality—it’s passion and love entwined between sweet moans and whispered words. An aligning of two souls that were always destined for more than friendship. Something I believe now more than ever.