Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” he asked.
“No.”
“Good.”
He pressed kisses to her lips and then slowly began to pull out of her tight cunt. With just the tip of him inside her, he began to rock, going deep. He took his time, making his thrusts long, feeling her pussy quiver as he pressed inside her.
Clarissa whimpered and tried to speed him up.
Axe pressed his body flush against hers, slid his hand down behind her, and cupped her ass, holding her tightly so he was the one in control, and she couldn’t attempt to take over. He was going to fuck her, make love, and take her.
“Please,” she said.
“I know what you want, baby.” He took possession of her mouth and began to fuck her. He took his time, making her take every single inch of his cock, driving inside her. He loved the sounds she made, but he swallowed them down.
She was so fucking responsive.
He loved her ass.
He loved her pussy.
He loved her tits.
When it came to Clarissa, he just fucking loved her.
Axe stopped, and then broke the kiss and stared down into her brown eyes. He saw the heat in her gaze.
“What’s wrong?” Clarissa asked, sounding somewhat breathless.
“Nothing.”
He had been infatuated with this woman, and even a great deal of lust. He had craved her, hungered for her, and she’d dominated his every waking and sleeping thought. She was the main feature of his imagination, and he just wanted her. There was no denying how badly he wanted her. But, not once had he considered … loving her.
This seemed so crazy to him. He’d never loved anyone in his life, apart from his dog, Gus, then of course Dolly and Susie, who had fallen into his heart as well.
Clarissa wasn’t a dog, she was a woman. A woman you’ve been wanting for a long time.
“Axe?”
He didn’t answer her and instead kissed her hard. Sex and possession were easy. He wanted Clarissa and he didn’t want anyone else to have her, but love put a whole new spin on everything.
Axe knew he could keep Clarissa here with the promise of his body, and the pleasure he could do to her body. But love—how was he going to get her to stay or fall in love with him?
He wasn’t an easy man to get along with. He was not like a nine-to-five type of guy. His life was his work and vice versa.
This life wasn’t for a lot of women. His own mother, when his father owned the ranch, hadn’t been able to stand it—working the home every single day, raising a son, dealing with ranch hands. She hated it, and it was why she’d left.
His own father, before his death, had warned him this wasn’t an easy life, and to take care of the wife he decided to have.
A wife.
This was just sex.
Clarissa was his employee.
And Axe knew if he wasn’t careful, he was going to fuck everything up. He wasn’t good with words or with feelings. He didn’t know what he was going to do.
All he knew was that he didn’t want Clarissa to leave, not now, not ever.
Chapter Eight
Several days later, Clarissa watched as Axe worked the yard. Dolly and Susie were playing around his feet, and he looked the same as every other day, but she couldn’t help feeling there was something different about him. It wasn’t that he was smiling, or perhaps he was. There was not a harshness to his face.
The past few days had been a whirlwind of adventure. Her body, even though they hadn’t been together since that morning, she still felt his touch all over. She loved his hands, his mouth, and his whole body as he surrounded her.
She was starting to love mornings, even the early rising. Axe always had his arms wrapped around her, and she felt so protected, so safe. She loved it when he kissed her neck and flicked his tongue across her pulse. There was so much she adored about him.
Running her hands down her apron, she nibbled her lip, trying to think of anything that could stop her from thinking about her own thoughts, mainly love. Love was such a strong word. She needed to start thinking in terms of like. She liked Axe and his hands on her body. But then, that wasn’t the same—like wasn’t a strong enough word.
You’re in love with him.
Clarissa forced herself to step away from the window and go to the stove, to stir the pot of spaghetti sauce. It was a very basic dinner today, as she had forgotten to get anything else out of the freezer, and she had some leftover ground beef. Not a lot, but enough to make a meal for two. She loved making large batches of food so they could go in the freezer.
As she stirred her sauce, she felt that need rush through her. For the longest time, it had been her and her mother. She knew her parents had wanted more children, but that had never happened. It was always one of those wishes that hadn’t come true. Then her father had passed away, leaving just her and her mother.