Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 86450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“Hi,” she says.
I do not say hi back. Words are frozen in my throat and my chest is constricted.
Instead, I step inside and close the door behind me. Josie’s expression turns wary for all of two seconds before I pull her into me by the nape of her neck. My mouth crashes onto hers before either of us has worked out whether this is the kind of greeting we should be having.
She makes a small sound, almost a purr, and my entire body ignites.
We’ve been apart for less than twelve hours and it’s boggling to me how I can be this starved for something.
Josie’s hand goes to my jacket, mine down to cup an ass cheek. Floating in the back of my brain is the notion she’s put a lot of work into whatever smells so delicious, but the dinner’s going to wait.
She doesn’t say anything about it when I back her against the wall in her foyer. She’s breathing fast and her hands are working to get my coat past my shoulders. I help her by shrugging it off, then run my hand up the outside of her leg, dragging all that see-through material up with it.
My mouth hits her neck and I manage one word. “Bedroom.”
“Down the hall,” she gasps as I nip at her skin with my teeth. “Last door. We’ve got twenty minutes before the roast will burn.”
I bend at the waist, haul her up and over my shoulder and grin at the small squeak of surprise she makes before laughing huskily.
Josie’s bedroom is at the rear of the bungalow, simply furnished with a queen bed covered in a white duvet. There’s a window facing what I’m guessing is the backyard, but the shade is pulled down. A bedside lamp has the room in a soft glow.
I walk straight to the bed and deposit her on it, coming down right on top of her. My mouth is back on hers before she has the chance to draw breath, and I’m kissing her with what seems like zero finesse due to the hunger I have for this woman.
Her tongue is in my mouth, warm and insistently seeking mine. Hands are everywhere and nowhere in particular. Josie’s hips come up off the bed, seeking contact, and when she rubs against my thickening cock, I about lose my mind.
She’s as lost to the fury of lust as I am, and every place her body touches mine is a place that has been waiting an eternity to feel this.
We roll to our sides and my hand once again finds the hem of her skirt to move it up her thigh. Her skin is warm and smooth, and she smells like jasmine and sunshine. I skim under the material, up over the curve of her ass, which is bare until my fingers pluck the top of her G-string. My finger traces down in between the valley of her cheeks, causing her to groan and rotate her hips.
I’m nearly frantic with need so I roll her, push her flat to her back.
Josie looks up at me with pinkened cheeks and swollen lips, and I have, in this moment, exactly one thought in my head. It’s pure and base, and all I want to know is how to get her naked as fast as possible. “I used to be better at this,” I mutter as my eyes roam over her.
She laughs once, softly, and her hands move to a string tie at her hip I hadn’t noticed. She pulls it free and I see the dress is a wrap. She’s like a fucking present and I pull the material back to reveal the gift underneath.
Josie’s all golden skin and full breasts with pebbled nipples. I drag a knuckle across one, enjoying the gasp of pleasure before lowering my mouth to it.
I work it with my tongue, pull at the bud with my mouth, and the sounds I elicit from her will live rent free in my head forever.
I realize that I have on too many clothes and slide from the bed to remedy the situation. Making the mistake of looking at her halfway through the process, I’m immediately entranced by the picture before me.
Josie’s face is flushed and her hair is fanned out on the duvet. One of her arms is raised above her head against the pillow, the other bent at the elbow. Her hand near her mouth, two fingers resting against her lower lip in a way that’s coy and sexy at the same time. She stares at me with a steadiness that’s almost frightening in its power.
“Jesus, Josie.”
“What?” she whispers.
“I don’t have a starting point,” I admit. “I don’t even know what to do with you.”
She lowers her hand from her mouth, drags a fingertip straight down the middle of her chest, across her abdomen and hovers at her belly button. “How about start between my legs.”