Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“What happened?”
She stares miserably. “Something awful. Something I’ll never talk about. So, you might as well stop asking.”
“I do care,” I snap. “I never want anything bad to happen to you.”
“Are you messing with my head?”
No, I want to tell her. She’s messing with mine.
She’s Andrew’s daughter. For that reason alone, I shouldn’t be doing this. If he finds out…
I can’t stop myself. I’ve fought for long enough. Every minute with her feels like an hour, every hour a day. By that logic, it’s been almost a month, fighting this urge, this never-ending desire to claim her.
Leaning down, I know this could be a mistake, but I do it anyway.
I bring my lips closer and closer to hers.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Violet
Time slows as he leans closer to me. I wonder if I’ve slipped into some upside-down world, a place without sense, without reason.
I almost shared the truth with him, the terrible thing that happened to me when I was in my early teens. I almost pried open my chest and showed him the pain, the regret, all of it, the rage at what happened. The guilt, which is the craziest emotion of all.
He helped me calm down, then he held me like it was so natural, like we’ve touched countless times. Closer and closer, his lips move toward mine, his eyes locked on me. He’s holding me in place with that possessive gaze, his hands sliding down my body. Warm sizzles tease over my belly and back when he grabs my hips, sinking his hands in, reminding me of my size, but he doesn’t seem grossed out. He breathes with savage shakiness, our lips almost touching.
I should tell him to stop, tell him I’m not ready. I should tell him if he kisses me, it will only end in disappointment. I can never give him what he wants.
You were going to kill my dad, I should scream. You’ve admitted to killing other men. I want nothing to do with you, but I do none of those things.
Instead, I close the last small distance myself, standing on my tiptoes and throwing my arms around his shoulders. I’m pushing away all the nerves, all the doubt, all the terror from that earlier experience.
The hard seat and the motivational quotes on the walls and the reassuring voice as the pain…
I can’t focus on the pain, can’t think about anything other than Luke’s lips and the heat blossoming over my mouth. His hands sink deeper into my body, and, despite everything, pleasure tickles deep within.
I am good enough for a man like Luke, with his magazine-cover good looks and his penetrating blues.
Our mouths open, hunger causing our tongues to find each other. He growls through the kiss and guides me backward, pushing me softly against a tree, cradling my back with one hand to stop any pain from the impact.
The more we kiss, the hotter his fire rages, one hand slipping around my middle to slide slowly toward my sex. I grab his wrist, stopping him, but I don’t end the kiss. He’s panting, chest heaving, our tongues attacking each other as nerves tingle all over me. I dig my fingernails into his wrist, holding his hand in place. He doesn’t try to move it lower.
I’m aware, on some level, that this is a silly place for us to be doing this. I didn’t run that far from the gas station. And where’s dad? What does he think has happened?
He pushes against me, driving his hips forward, letting me feel how solid his manhood is. I never dreamed I could cause an older, hell-hot man to burn with so much lust, but this is the proof… his solid length pushed against me.
I shiver against him as he nudges with his hand, trying to slide it down to my sex.
Sudden confidence infuses me. Maybe I can do this. I don’t have to let the past dictate the future. I don’t have to let him decide what I do with my body. Not Luke. The other man.
Knowing it could be a mistake, I let Luke’s hand go. He grunts through the closeness of our mouths, kissing me with even more passion as his hand slips over my jeans to my crotch. He pushes down on my sex.
Despite the doubts, despite the possible pain, my body is certain about wanting this. I’ve never felt such instant sureness, my lips tingling as my clit pulses, his palm rubbing up and down my sex through the jeans. I gasp, the kiss breaking off. Our teeth click together in the frantic clash of our desire.
“You horny thing,” he growls, kissing my neck, then biting it like a beast declaring ownership. “I want to feel you come for me.”
“Hmm,” I moan, wishing I could latch onto the pleasure and not think about everything else.