Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 107710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“Yes,” she said on a shuddering exhale. Wasn’t she supposed to hate the abrasive way he spoke to her? Yes? Didn’t she normally? When had that same method of communicating become a verbal drug to her senses? “Yes . . . you’re allowed.”
With a groan that shook her head to toe, he fisted the front of her underwear so tightly that she swore he was going to rip it off, but instead he pulled them down hard, his labored breaths loud in the shower stall. Braiding together with her gasps. Gasps that only increased in volume when that huge, thick-fingered hand dragged up her inner thigh and he gripped her pussy roughly, massaging it while he held her in thrall with splintering eye contact. “Nearly had this thing months ago. I’ve been hating myself for blowing my shot.”
Her teeth were literally chattering. “You can take your shot right now.”
“No,” he gritted out, parting her flesh with a middle finger and entering her so swiftly with that single digit that she screamed, going up on her toes as she was plastered to the wall by his strong body, his mouth flush with hers. “No, I want a lot more from you now.”
“Please, please, please.” The shower spray came from over his shoulder and rained water down between them, the fall of warm moisture parting around his hand where it started to work her, pumping that finger in and out slowly, too slowly, all while he watched her face. He seemed to hunt for every little reaction and exploit it, pressing deeper when she whimpered, pulling back when she started to breathe hard and rock her hips. “Please, August. I need something.”
“You’ll get it. You’ll always get it from me. Just let me enjoy you.” The joint of his thumb pressed to her water-slicked clit and rubbed, making her back arch compulsively off the wall, stars dancing in front of her eyes. “Jesus Christ. You are so fucking gorgeous, Natalie. Bet you rub expensive lotion and shit all over yourself twice a day to look so . . .” He licked her. From the curve of her shoulder all the way up the side of her neck and jawline, all while pressing his finger high and deep. “Damn. Damn, it’s so smooth. You’d slide all over me like a fucking dream, wouldn’t you, princess?”
She couldn’t take the dirty talk anymore. It was overwhelming her, along with his touch, which she definitely hadn’t expected to be so . . . skilled. And the sudden proof that he’d definitely done this before made her irrationally annoyed. To the point that when he stamped his mouth down over hers, she bit down on his bottom lip and pulled hard. “You’re too good at this,” she said on an expulsion of breath. Then, on a quieter breath, “I love it. But I hate it.”
Watching her with a furrowed brow, he slipped his middle finger out, joined it with his ring finger and rubbed her clit, slowly at first, then with more pressure. Faster. Leading to an embarrassingly whiny moan from Natalie that she swore came from someone or somewhere else. “Tell me why you hate me being good at this,” said August, his lips grazing hers, side to side. “And I’ll keep this up until your knees buckle.”
“I don’t want m-my knees to buckle.”
“Yes, you do.” Faster. Oh my God. “You know I’m going to catch you.”
“Do I?” she whimpered.
His teeth snapped at her jaw. “Yes.”
Dammit. She did know that. Why did she know that? The reason wasn’t clear, nothing was clear right now save the fact that a fuse had been lit, the fire racing across the ground toward the powder keg that was Natalie’s body. Going to blow, going to explode.
When that touch slowed slightly, she cried out.
“You want me to keep going, don’t you?” he asked, mouth busy on her neck.
“Stop and I’ll kill you.”
Those two fingers delved inside her, twisted deep, and pushed high. “Answer me, then, Natalie,” he growled against her mouth while she silently screamed, eyes blind, release shaking the exit gates. “It’s only supposed to be you and me. That’s why you’re thrown off by my knowing how to touch a woman. That right?”
Yes. Was this jealousy? She couldn’t remember. Hadn’t felt it since high school. Not about anything that wasn’t job related, at least. “I’m not admitting that out loud.”
“The murder in your eyes did it for you.” With their breathing shallow and steam clouding every corner of the shower stall, bodies glossy with condensation, August added a third finger. He swallowed her moan with a kiss, working high, higher, until he found this . . . this place that she was positive had never been so sensitive, and he toyed with it using the pads of his blunt fingers. And oh no, oh no. The palm of his hand pressed down on her clit, tighter, tighter, until her butt was flattened against the shower wall. “I can’t even fucking remember what it’s like to want anything but this pussy, princess. Yours. I don’t look right or left. No exceptions. Got that?”