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)
Right where she wanted him.
As soon as the opening was loose, she pushed the dress down, lifting her hips to divest herself of the heavy material. She used her foot to slide it off the bed into an ivory heap, her rear end landing soundly back into August’s lap, eliciting a groan.
“Can’t help but notice you’re half naked in my lap all of a sudden,” he half slurred.
“Noticed that, did you?”
“Tradition means nothing to you.” His warm breath slid along her neck, knuckles from both hands traveling upward on her rib cage. “This was a trick.”
“Evil of me, wasn’t it?” She circled her hips on his lap. “There has to be some way I can make it up to you.”
“Natalie . . . ” he warned through his teeth. “I told you. We’re not having s—”
“You can touch my boobs.”
“Under the bra or over?” he blurted, that big chest heaving at her back.
The corner of her lips ticked up. Gotcha.
She pulled down the cups of her strapless bra and guided his hands there, surprised when they didn’t just grab on or handle her breasts too roughly. She should probably stop being surprised by August now. By the way he gently played with her nipples, dragging his thumbs over them, side to side, his mouth beginning to lick and nip at her neck. Oh. Wow. If she didn’t keep control of this situation, she would wake up tomorrow without the upper hand. She might as well raise the white flag and surrender any leverage she had left.
Climbing off August’s lap, she turned around on her knees, allowing herself a second to savor his choked curse at the sight of her bare breasts—
And then she shoved him onto his back.
She raked a hand up and over the distended crotch of his dress pants, stroking him firmly through the material. “My turn.”
“Blow job?” he asked, hoarsely. Openly hopeful and visibly shocked.
She nodded.
“Oh. Okay. Wow. Jesus.” A monster shudder went through his giant frame and he dropped fully onto the bed, his muscular chest rising and falling at a rapid rate. “When you’re fucked, you’re fucked,” he muttered thickly, seemingly to himself.
He reached down and started unbuckling his belt.
It shouldn’t have been so hot. Really. It shouldn’t have.
But those big mitts fumbling with the metal buckle and the eager flex of his abdomen made her tongue heavy in her mouth. So eager that she was kissing his stomach, biting the sinew that ran in a downward-pointing V along his hips.
“Bite harder,” he said, laboring to breathe, his hands dropping away from the belt. “Harder, please.”
Oh God. When he begged her to bite harder, she wanted to.
Badly.
She sucked a gust of air into her lungs and shot forward, sinking her teeth into the meat of his hip, drawing a shout from August that resonated through her entire body. “Fuck yes,” he growled. There was a brief pause before he lifted his head to look down at her. “Don’t bite my dick, obviously.”
Natalie giggled.
He grinned back. A big, bad warrior with an inconvenient charming side. It was alarming, the severe pinch she felt in her chest at that moment, so she closed her eyes and licked over the rope of muscle that ran along his sides, then down to his belly button, wetting a path through those coarse whorls of his hair. Her right hand delved into his pants and . . . okay, she’d expected this.
Of course it was XL. He was XL.
But she couldn’t even get her hand around him.
“Just do the best you can,” he gasped, one hand gripping the sheets, the other one cupping the side of her face. But not to guide her down. It was almost like pregratitude. Oh my God, Natalie is about to suck me off. Oh my God.
Had she ever felt confident during sex before? She’d always assumed so. She even liked to think of herself as adventurous.
But now, with this man almost hyperventilating at the thought of her mouth on him, she felt like a goddess. Seductive. So confident in herself and his imminent enjoyment of her that she was almost purring when she drew August’s shaft out through the opening of his pants.
“Wow,” she whispered, swallowing. “Wow.”
It swelled further and August bit off a curse, hips twisting right. “Now that’s the reaction a man wants on his wedding night.”
What was her whole plan about keeping the upper hand?
Whatever it was, she couldn’t recall the details. Could only lean in and run her tongue up the side of his gorgeously thick shaft, watching his thigh muscles bunch in response. A burst of steam escaped his flared nostrils. From one lick.
She’d never held a man’s balls in her hand, but instinct had her reaching for August’s, rolling them gently in her palm, and really, there was no way to avoid them, because they were, for lack of a better word, prominent.