Beyond the Thistles (The Highlands #1) Read Online Samantha Young

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Highlands Series by Samantha Young
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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
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I’d never felt sexier.

Then suddenly I was overwhelmed by him, his heat, his scent, as he covered me with his large body and stole my lips again. He cupped my breast through my dress and squeezed, and lust exploded through me. I became frantic, pulling at his shirt.

“Walker, inside, inside.” I broke the kiss to whisper mindlessly.

“Tell me what you want?” he demanded against my lips.

I looked deep into his beautiful eyes, confused. “I just said it.”

“Give me the words. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

Understanding dawned and, if possible, my skin flushed hotter. “I want you to fuck me. Hard.”

With a growl of satisfaction, Walker sat back, straddling me. His erection strained against his jeans as he took hold of the hem of my dress. I sat up to help him as he whipped it over and off. Before he could, I unhooked my bra and removed it. Walker’s fiery eyes devoured my naked breasts.

“I’ve fantasized about sucking your nipples more times than I can count,” he admitted.

Wet slickened between my legs. “Suck away, my friend.”

Walker reached for my breasts, caressing them, plucking at my nipples as they tightened into hard points. “You’ve been driving me fucking nuts, you know that.”

“Only fair, since I’ve been permanently turned on since we met.”

Walker’s lips twitched. “Is that so?”

“I think I might have used the term ‘I want to climb that man like a tree’ several times.”

This time he grinned, and a whoosh of feeling fluttered through my belly. He was so sexy. Why was he so goddamn sexy? “I’ll let you climb me later. Maybe.”

He whipped off his shirt. Holy … “Oh my God.”

Walker didn’t seem to be aware of how beautiful he was. His broad shoulders, his muscled, hard pecs, and a six-pack. A few scars marred his smooth skin, what looked like a healed long, deep gash at his ribs and a scar that looked very similar to the one on my arm. He’d been shot. And there was another on his belly. A cluster of smaller scars on his side.

I wanted to ask him what happened, but I knew from his expression that now was definitely not the time.

Instead, I reached for him, trailing my hands over his chest in awe at the power straddling me.

He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, holding me down as he hovered over me. “Keep your hands on the bed.”

I nodded, anticipation tingling through my limbs.

He released my wrists to curl his fingers into my underwear before he moved down my body, peeling the fabric down my legs. They hit my boots and Walker removed those first before my panties disappeared.

I laid bare, arms above my head, as Walker Ironside stood, taking in every inch of me.

Shivering under his fiery stare, I felt everything tighten and swell, including my nipples.

“Spread your legs,” Walker demanded as he took his wallet out of his back pocket.

My womb clenched, and I knew he heard my excited gasp by the way his nostrils flared. Then I did as he asked and raised my knees and spread them.

It had been a long time since anyone had seen me this naked and vulnerable.

I only had a second to wonder if he liked what he saw before Walker’s chest began to rise and fall with quick, excited breaths. He yanked down his zipper and then shrugged off his jeans and boxer briefs.

I moved to sit up, to take him all in, and he commanded, “Don’t move.”

My belly trembled with need.

Walker’s eyes remained focused on me as he rolled a condom up his impressive, thick length.

“Oh my God.” I practically squirmed with need. “Come inside me. Please, Walker, now.”

In answer, he grabbed hold of my ankles and yanked me toward him.

I cried out as I slid down the bed and then he was on his knees, his head between my thighs. “Walker.”

“You said something about ‘my eating pleasure’ earlier,” he murmured wickedly, and then his mouth was on me. His beard scratched against my sensitive skin, and his tongue pushed inside me.

Another cry fell from my lips as I arched into him. His grip was bruising on my thighs as he held me open wide for his mouth, for the sinful things he could do with his mouth.

He fucked me with his tongue before sliding it up and over my clit.

“Walker!” I gasped, pushing into him. Then he sucked my clit hard and I was lost. Everything but the heat and tension swirling in my gut disappeared. It was coiled so tightly already, it took little to snap it.

For my orgasm to explode through me.

White-hot heat filled my vision as I came, my inner muscles clenching and unclenching, desperate for something to squeeze around.

My eyes flew open as I felt Walker come over me, his hands under my arms as he shifted me back up the bed with ease. He looked almost angry, his face was so hard with want. I invited him between my thighs as he gripped my wrists tight in his hands and held me down.


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