Chapters (37)
- Cover
- Back Cover Text
- Also Available from Adriana Herrera
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- Author’s Note
- About the Author
- Excerpt
- Carina Press Romance Promise
- About the Dreamers series
- Writing for Carina
- Carina eNewsletter
He pulled back after a while, panting for breath, and walked me back to the couch, licking his lips as if he was trying to figure out where he was going to take the first bite from.
“Where are we going?”
He raised an eyebrow as he pushed me down. As soon as my ass hit the cushion he went down on his knees, every ounce of his focus on me.
I was not a romantic, but when Easton Archer looked at me like that I felt like I could invent a whole new life. Just so I could get to have him without conflicts or guilt, without the world getting in the way of this joy.
I’d always liked sex, and took pride in being a good sexual partner, but it had never been a place of joy for me. My chest tightened at the unbridled want I saw in his eyes, the urgency of his hands tightening around my thighs as he ran them over me, like he could barely hold himself back.
I placed one hand on his cheek. I needed to touch him. Easton was vibrating, and without saying a word dove for my cock. He took the head in his mouth, sucking it hard, just like I liked it, making my eyes roll.
When he pulled off he nosed at my crotch with his eyes closed, complete bliss on his face. “I’m shamelessly obsessed with your cock.” He said it so matter-of-fact as he pulled on the waistband of my pants and briefs.
I laughed as I sank into the couch, throwing my head backward, already so close to losing it with Easton’s hand and tongue on me. “I’m pretty into that mouth of yours—”
My words got cut short by the mind-melting sensation of Easton taking me to the hilt.
“Fuck you can suck dick,” I said, thrusting into his mouth as he circled the base of my dick with his index and thumb and sucked me down, the pressure so good, so perfectly tight I had to grip the back of the couch to hold off the orgasm. He worked that mouth up and down, taking me deep, and pulling off so he could tongue the slit.
I gritted my teeth as he did his best to make me lose it. When I got myself back under control, I opened my eyes to find him looking amused. I clicked my tongue, totally taking the bait. I knew how much he loved when I ran my mouth. “Such a whore for a compliment, even with your mouth full of cock.”