Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 113353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
His erection was hot and thick in his silky shorts, pressing against her lower belly. It flexed, begging to be released. “Need to fuck you,” filled her ear.
Yes. She needed that, too.
His finger slid back and forth, teasing her, and she buried her face into his chest, sucking his salty skin with her lips and licking it with her tongue.
“Fuck, Jem,” he whispered roughly. “Need this. Need you.”
She sank her teeth into one tattooed pec and a deep groan bubbled up from his gut. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his shorts, desperately wanting him naked, too. Being soaked with sweat, the light fabric clung to his skin and didn’t cooperate as easily as she hoped.
She whimpered when his finger disappeared from her pussy and his hand from her hair to strip himself of his shorts. As soon as he did, she circled her fingers around his hard cock and stroked the delicate, velvety skin. She drew her thumb over the slick crown, then her fingers back down to the root.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
He grabbed her wrist to halt her motion but didn’t break her contact. He lifted her face to his with one thumb under her chin.
Her eyes slid to the side. To avoid the reality of what was about to happen.
“Look at me,” Cage ordered softly. “Tell me you want this.” He tilted his hips, so his cock fucked her fist once.
At this moment, there was nothing she wanted more. Tomorrow morning might be a different story.
Reason and need warred with each other. “Chris...”
He lowered his lips to hers and whispered, “Tell me.”
Good lord, his husky voice alone could cause her to orgasm.
He lightly brushed his lips over hers and hers parted, encouraging him to take the kiss deeper.
“Wanna be inside you. You want me? Wanna feel me deep inside you?”
Holy fuck, yes.
Everything about him was intoxicating. Blurring her common sense.
“I need you inside me,” she whispered.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” he said on a sigh.
She swallowed those words, his breath, as she crushed her mouth against his again, driving him back against the wall again. Holding him there.
She couldn’t get enough of him.
She needed more. She needed him now.
He gripped her ass and pulled her up. She went with him, practically climbing his solid body. His head tilted and he drove his tongue into her mouth while she clung to his shoulders and neck as he hauled her higher until her wet pussy pressed into his belly. Each pounding beat of her heart matched the throb in her pussy.
Nothing separated them now.
Not a damn thing.
Gripping the back of her thighs, he spun and pinned her to the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he shifted her up slightly, until the crown of his cock pressed against her entrance, which had thrown out the welcome mat.
She should be thinking about the baby, not her father, but she couldn’t pull her focus from him. He was right there.
Right there. The head of his cock nudging until it found the right spot.
“Jem,” he grunted as he thrust upward and she sank a little lower to meet him.
He filled her, thick and hard, his breath harsh in her ear as he remained still for a moment, just letting them both breathe. Letting them both feel their connection.
Because it was undeniable.
She couldn’t deny this felt right. Even though it shouldn’t.
And they hadn’t even moved yet.
“You fit me perfectly.”
Did he say that or did she imagine it?
Even so, it was true.
With this, they fit. Outside of this, they didn’t. They couldn’t.
He lived a life she didn’t want. A life she didn’t want to remember.
She couldn’t forget that.
She couldn’t.
But when he began to move, she did.
Nothing in her world existed but him. Sex had never been like this with anyone. This instant, crazy connection she couldn’t explain.
Like they were meant to be and that couldn’t be right.
It was just the oxytocin flowing through her veins. Making her feel things more strongly than they should. A hormone released during intimacy. A hormone that created bonds.
Even when it shouldn’t.
His fingers dug into her ass and thighs as he thrust upward with brute force and pulled her downward, slamming them together. The top of her back was pinned against the wall, helping hold her in place so he could fuck her as hard as he wanted to, as hard as she needed.
His eyes locked with hers. His dark and hooded. Each plunge accompanied by a primal-like grunt which made her gasp.
The movement, the sound.
He was right. So damn right. They fit like a lock and key. He used that key to unlock something from deep inside her. Something she didn’t want escaping.
Like her own groan when he raked his teeth down her throat. When he sucked at the hollow of her neck. When his fingers separated her ass cheeks and the tip of his finger pressed a place she’d never given anyone.