Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
“I would never do that.” She drops her purse on the table as I carry her to the bedroom. “I know what it’s like to be judged, and I’d never want to make anyone feel like that. Especially someone I care about.”
Surprise flashes across her features as she searches my expression for the truth. “You care about me?”
“Yeah, I do. Like you said, it hasn’t been all that long, but I can’t deny what I feel. And I don’t want to play games. Not with you.”
Her eyes soften as her hand rises to cup my cheek. “It’s the same for me. Whatever this is between us, I want it to be straightforward. After all the head games in my past, that’s what I need most.”
“I get where you’re coming from. And that’s exactly what you’ll get from me.”
It’s only when we reach her bedroom that I set her down gently on her feet. Her body slides against mine, igniting all those sparks of arousal that had flared to life earlier at the club and then in the elevator before our conversation turned serious.
“I want you to stay here tonight,” she whispers, her warm breath feathering against my lips. “I want you to finish what you started.”
One side of my mouth rises in a smirk before I press my lips against hers. “I think that can be arranged.”
“I would be disappointed if it couldn’t.”
“I’d probably go home and beat off. A few times.”
Her lips tremble with a smile. “Now that, I would like to see.”
It’s tempting to tell her about my side hustle, but I decide to save that for another time.
Tonight is about Ava.
Giving her all the pleasure she can take.
I need her to understand that she’s not broken. Or some kind of deviant. She can enjoy what she craves without judgment.
I press one last kiss against her lips before murmuring, “Turn around.”
Instead of questioning the directive, she spins in a semi-circle until the long line of her spine faces me.
“Hold up your hair, baby girl.”
She gathers up the long strands of blonde hair in her hands as I tug the zipper down until the black material gapes open, revealing the creamy expanse of her back.
I didn’t realize she wasn’t wearing a bra.
With a glance over her shoulder, she meets my gaze before allowing her hair to spill from her fingers down her back in a golden waterfall. Then she shrugs out of the dress. The material slips down her slender body before puddling around her feet until she’s in nothing but heels.
Fuck.
This girl is gorgeous.
I could soak in the sight of her for hours.
And maybe someday, I will. But not tonight.
My gaze slides down the length of her before settling on her ass. It’s perfectly heart shaped. She’s tight and muscular from hours spent on the ice.
The sight of her has my cock stiffening up even more, until it’s borderline painful.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I close the distance between us before dropping to my knees. My palms settle on each ass cheek, squeezing the firm flesh and massaging it with my hands. Her ass is like a juicy peach, and I just want to take a bite of it.
Actually, that’s exactly what I’ll do.
My teeth sink into the muscle before sucking at the skin. I want to mark this girl as my own.
Possessiveness rushes through me. I want every dude on this campus to understand that Ava Philips belongs to me.
It’s not an emotion that’s ever coursed through me before.
I’ve never liked anyone enough to claim them.
But that’s exactly how I feel about her.
Whether she realizes it or not, she’s mine now, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe and happy. To fulfill her needs. Including the secret ones she’s too ashamed to admit out loud.
I’ll give her as much pleasure as she can withstand.
And then I’ll ply her with more until she’s drunk with it.
I haven’t even been inside this girl and already I feel this territorial. I can’t imagine what it’ll be like when the heat of her body is wrapped around my dick like a glove.
“You’re way too perfect,” I murmur. “You know what you’re going to do now?”
“No.”
“Lie on the bed and spread your legs nice and wide so I can see every pink inch. Then I’m going to make a fucking meal of you because the taste I had in the elevator wasn’t nearly enough to satiate me.”
Her breath catches.
When she doesn’t move, I smack her ass. “Now.”
With a yelp, she jumps and kicks off her heels before scrambling to do my bidding.
I stifle a groan as she climbs onto the bed and her little rosebud winks at me. The fact that she admitted to wanting to try anal is enough to make me come all over myself. There’s something different about being buried in a woman’s tight ass rather than her pussy. Something so submissive and intimate about it. As much as I’d love to indulge in that tonight, it’s not going to happen.