Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Her pupils dilated. Her pulse leaped.
“Ransom,” she whispered, arching toward me so the tips of her breasts rubbed against the hard wall of my chest.
“Shit. Olivia.” Her name was plea on my lips as I squeezed my eyes shut.
I barely heard her move before her mouth was on mine, sweet and insistent. I groaned against her lips and walked forward, the water cascading over my spine as I pressed her back to the stone wall, both of her wrists held by one of my hands.
Then I kissed her breathless, my tongue sinking into her mouth again and again, her taste even sweeter than I remembered. This…this was exactly what I’d needed. My hand stroked down her body, over the curve of her breasts, the indent of her tight waist, and the swell of her hips until I reached her perfect ass. I squeezed the lush globe and lifted her so our mouths were level.
She gasped, then locked her ankles around my waist—just like she had on the course—and kissed me harder, sucking on my tongue as I stroked hers. Fuck the rest of the world. This was exactly where I was going to stay for the rest of existence.
I rolled my hips against hers, my dick finding her fabric-covered core with unerring ease, like that’s exactly where it was meant to be.
Need, thick and demanding, set every nerve ending on fire as it flowed through my veins like lava, transforming me from the combat master who stood at the king’s side to a male who only cared about standing at Olivia’s.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered, rocking her hips in time with mine, grinding on me as her breath grew choppy.
“Ransom,” I reminded her with a nip of her lower lip, careful not to cut her with my fangs. There was nothing holy about what I wanted to do to her.
“My hands.” She tugged at my grip above her head.
“You don’t need your hands for what I have planned,” I growled and took her mouth again.
“And. What. Is that?” she managed between long, deep kisses, her eyes going hazy.
“First, I’m going kiss you until I’ve had my fill, which might be days,” I said, running my thumb along her bottom lip. She licked it, and I nearly lost what was left of my self-control.
“Then I’m going to strip you out of what’s left of your clothes and stroke you until you come on my fingers, then my tongue.” My mouth was already watering at the thought of tasting her again.
“Is that…all?” She tugged on her hands again, staring right into my eyes as her thighs tightened around my waist. I fucking loved how strong she was, how she kept her body in pristine condition, honoring it for the same reasons I did my own. “Just your fingers and tongue?”
“Was there something else you wanted?” I thrust against the juncture of her thighs, rubbing my cock right over her clit.
“Ransom.” She tugged at her hands again and rolled with me.
I was going to come in my boxer briefs if she kept staring at me like that. The hungry look in her eyes was sexier than any touch from even the most skilled of my past lovers. I’d never been this hungry for a female, this desperate to please one.
“Unzip my bra or free my hands,” she demanded, ducking her head to kiss the line of my jaw.
I groaned, pressing my cock hard against her when she sucked and licked just above my pounding jugular. I wanted her to bite, to sink those glistening fangs into my skin and drink from me. I wanted my blood in her veins, pumping through her heart, sustaining her. The need to be connected in that way nearly brought me to my knees.
“Put your hands on me,” she begged, lightly teasing the skin of my throat with her teeth.
I reached between us and unzipped her sports bra. “Your breasts are so damned beautiful,” I whispered before ducking my head to suck her nipple into my mouth.
She cried out, her hips bucking against mine as I sucked and licked, swirling my tongue over one bud, then the other.
“So sensitive.” I blew lightly on her nipple, making her shudder before warming her again with my mouth. The sound of her pounding heartbeat drove me to the brink.
“I want to touch you,” she begged, yanking on her hands again.
“I’ll fucking lose it if you do,” I admitted roughly. “I’m barely holding on here, Liv.”
“Then stop holding and start losing that infamous self-control of yours, Ransom.” Her ankles dug into the small of my back, urging me forward until the only space between us were two layers of fabric.
I licked her nipple once more, then lifted my head so I could look into her eyes. There could be no misunderstanding here. She was too important to me. “I’m not sure you want that.” I would be able to smell it on her if she did.