Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 119230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
His eyes linger on mine, and I see the truth shining through them. He has no fucking idea. He doesn’t know what he wants from me, doesn’t know just how much will be enough.
His body moves in even closer, and I crave him more, his lips barely a breath away. “You don’t want this, otherwise you wouldn’t have pushed me away.”
“Don’t I?” he rumbles, his tone dropping even lower, desire thick in his voice. “You said so yourself, every time I walk into a room, you’re right there, searching for me just as I am you.”
I shake my head. “That was before.”
He goes on as though I didn’t even speak. “When I’m close, your breath catches, and when I touch you …” he says, pausing as his fingers slowly begin moving back up my thigh, making me clench.
He sees my reaction to his touch and a smugness flashes in his eyes, knowing just how right he is. “Don’t lie to me, Killjoy. You want this, maybe even more than I do. You might hate me, you might even despise me, and I deserve that, but it doesn’t change the fact that you still want me.”
I shake my head, unable to think clearly as his fingers continue moving further up. “You’ve got me all wrong,” I tell him. “I’m not the one searching you out in the middle of the night. I see you, Tanner, watching me through my window, your eyes blazing with desperation every time I walk by. You just can’t admit it to yourself. You’re a man obsessed, and it kills you that you haven’t had a taste.”
A low growl rumbles through his chest, desire pouring out of him as his lips brush past mine. “What do you want from me?” I repeat.
“You really want to know what I want?” he questions, his hand slipping between my thighs and cupping my pussy, firmly squeezing and sending a wave of desperation crashing through me. “I want to feel you come on my fingers. I want to feel your tight little cunt squeezing me, and I want to watch your face as it happens, hear my name on your lips as the high rocks through you. But what I want most is for you to know that no matter what, no matter who you’re with or what you’re doing, nobody will ever make you feel as good as I can.”
Breathe. Fucking breathe.
My chin raises, my lips moving over his once more. “Is that really what you want?” I question, pausing as I watch him slowly nodding his head. I lower my voice to a breathy whisper, hating just how right he is about me. No matter how much he hurts me, how much my heart crumbles and the pain paralyzes me, I’ll still want him. “Then take it.”
Tanner’s lips crush against mine and I sink into his touch, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and claiming me like no one has ever done before. My heart races, synching with his, and though he’s barely even touched me, this is already more than I could have imagined.
I grind against his hand, and he growls deep in his chest before moving up to the waistband of my pants. His hand slips inside my pants, trailing down until his fingers are brushing over my sensitive clit, making me gasp with need. His lips pause on mine, and he smiles against me before pressing down, his fingers rolling over my clit, the pressure just right.
“Holy fuck,” I moan into his mouth. My hand beneath his shirt moves up over his shoulder, and I hold onto him for dear life. Just when I think it can’t get any better, he pushes two thick fingers inside me, stretching me wide.
“You haven’t been back in my room,” I say, not sure why I’m choosing this exact moment to bring this up, but it’s bugged me for the past two days. I might even go as far as saying that not seeing his messy handwriting across my mirror had disappointed me.
His eyes sparkle, his lips pulling into a wicked grin as he adjusts the angle of his fingers, making me gasp. “Haven’t I?”
Well, shit.
I grin back at him, but before I can respond or even think about what I could have missed in my room, his lips are back on mine. My nails dig into his shoulder as he kisses me fiercely, hungry, and powerful, giving me everything I didn’t know I needed. Tanner’s fingers curl just right and as he pushes them into me, I gasp and clench around him, completely losing myself to him.
His thumb works my clit as his fingers destroy me, making me feel things I’ve never felt, and shit, I’m going to come, and it’s going to be hard and fast. “Tanner,” I breathe, my chest rising and falling with sharp, wild pants, wanting so much more.