Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
I took my time learning what made her react—how she arched when I sucked gently, the way her thighs trembled when I curled my fingers just right. Every moan, every breathless gasp of my name spurred me on.
When I felt her getting close, I slowed down, drawing it out until she was practically crying with need. Her fingers tangled tightly in my hair, pulling me deeper between her legs as she tried to direct me where she wanted.
"Please," she begged. "I'm so close..."
I smiled against her as I thought how the sound of her desperate begging was music to my ears.
Then I backed off again, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her inner thighs while my fingers moved lazily inside her. She tried to grind against my hand, seeking more friction, but I held her hips down with my free arm.
"James, I swear to God—"
I sucked hard on her clit, adding a third finger and curling them deep. She came instantly, back arching off the bed as she cried out my name. But I didn't stop. I worked her through it, then kept going, building her up again as aftershocks rippled through her body.
"I can't," she gasped. "It's too much—"
But her body said otherwise, hips rocking against my mouth as a second orgasm built. This time when she came, her whole body shook with it.
I kissed my way back up her body, letting her taste herself on my tongue. Her hand wrapped around my cock, and the feel of her soft fingers nearly made me lose it at the first touch.
"My turn," she whispered, pushing me onto my back.
She started with teasing kisses down my chest, nipping at my hipbones while her hand worked me slowly. When she finally took me in her mouth, the wet heat of her nearly made me lose control.
"Emma, fuck—"
She took her time, alternating between long, slow strokes with her tongue and taking me deeper. Each time I got close, she'd back off, switching to light kisses and touches until I was practically shaking with need.
"You're killing me," I groaned as she swirled her tongue around the tip.
She looked up at me through her lashes, and the sight of her like that—lips swollen, eyes dark with desire—almost pushed me over the edge.
"This," she said, stroking me firmly, "is called tasting your own medicine, Mister Carter.”
Then she took me deep again, humming around my length as her hand worked what wouldn't fit in her mouth. My hands fisted in her hair as she built me up slowly, deliberately, until I couldn't take anymore.
"Emma, I'm going to—"
She just took me deeper, and the vibration of her moan around me was what finally did it. I came harder than I had in years, her name falling from my lips like a prayer. I nearly came again when I saw her throat work as she swallowed every bit of my release, then she sat up proudly and ran a thumb down the corner of her mouth. Without breaking eye contact, she brought the thumb into her mouth and gave it a long, sensual lick.
Emma wiggled her eyebrows. “Well…” she said, clearing her throat as she curled in beside me, head against my chest.
We were both breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat as the scent of our sex lingered in the room like some primal perfume.
I wanted to tell her how perfect she was. How much this meant to me. How I hadn't been able to get her out of my head for three years and how damn badly I’d needed what we just did. I almost wanted to tell her that I didn’t need to pretend this was meaningless. It felt like something more to me. Something that mattered—like maybe my cynicism about the doomed nature of all serious relationships could use a slight amendment in cases of extreme chemistry and perfect fits.
But I let all those words die in my throat until the silence between us lingered.
I settled for holding her close. I reminded myself that my heart had only ever gotten me into trouble. Letting my body have what it wanted, though? That was easy. That was simple. It wasn’t complicated.
But as her breathing evened out in sleep, I knew I was fooling myself. This woman was going to destroy every wall I'd built, and I was powerless to stop it.
The worst part? I wasn’t sure I wanted to, even if I knew it would be a huge mistake.
20
EMMA
Lily sat across from me with a tea cup in one hand, sipping as she eyed me above the brim. We were in a small breakfast room of the resort, surrounded by the quiet murmur of sleepy conversation and the occasional clink of silverware on plates. Well-dressed and smiling servers circulated the room, refilling drinks and taking orders.
“So,” Lily said, raising her eyebrows and looking around the room. “This is cute.”