Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
She sucked at my neck again, the little sting making me groan. Wasn’t I annoyed before when that club girl had blanketed me with her body? I had no idea who the other woman was, but this woman… yeah. Whole world of difference. Though, I had no idea who she was. I mean, there was something familiar about her. I just couldn’t place what.
“You’re welcome to lick me as long as you want.” I bunched my hand in her hair. Where before I held her gently, now I wanted to control her movements. Needed to control the woman. Still, that nagging feeling I knew her, and that I probably shouldn’t be doing this kept me in check. Somewhat. At least, I didn’t just take what I wanted when it was so freely offered.
She shifted so that she straddled me much like the club girl had. They’d been on me every day since the day I became vice president. This girl was different. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but despite her actions, there was a vibe of innocence about her. Yet another reason I needed to stop this madness.
But, Goddamn, it felt fucking good!
No. Not “it.” The woman. It was her touch that felt good. Her kisses. Her scent. All of it. Everything about what was happening.
Somehow, she brushed her lips against mine. It wasn’t a bold kiss. Rather, it was tentative. Like she was experimenting.
“Mmmm…” She hummed in pleasure as she continued to brush her mouth over mine. I opened my mouth and darted my tongue out to lick at the seam of her lips. She gasped in a breath and stilled. So I did it again. This time, she moaned, her body trembling in my arms.
I pulled back to gaze into her eyes. In the dim light, I could see little of her face, but her eyes were a sparkling blue. The crescent moon was reflected in the glittering depths, and I saw arousal shining back at me.
“You want me, sugar?”
She shuddered, whimpering. “I do. Please.”
With a grunt, I stood, the woman securely in my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist and hung on as I stalked back into the clubhouse, just wishing a motherfucker would say something. As much as I wanted this woman, I wasn’t fucking her out in the open. For one thing, it might be warmish outside, but it was still December in Kentucky. Getting her naked was going to happen, but it would happen inside the clubhouse. In private.
Normally, I’d take her to an empty room, or, if she was a club girl, I’d go to her room. But I didn’t know if she had quarters here or where she was staying. Besides, I wanted her in my room. Why? Beat the fuck outta me. But there was something driving me that way. Call it blind instinct. I was taking this woman to my room. To my bed. And, if I had my way, I wasn’t letting her out until we were both well and truly satisfied.
Assuming I managed to get there without falling on my face. Perhaps I should have stuck to beer tonight. The Jack Daniels was hitting me harder than it should have. Or maybe I’d just drunk that much. Thank God I didn’t have whiskey dick because there was no way I was willingly missing the chance to fuck this woman.
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Willa
God, had a man ever smelled this good? There was an underlying hint of gasoline all the men in Bones had, but there was something woodsy and wild about this man. Fresh-cut hay and cedar mixed with a feral scent that drew me in like a bee to honey. It was too dark to really tell who had me and I didn’t really care. Especially when he made me feel this good.
I’d been heading back inside the clubhouse when I’d fallen into his lap. Literally. His voice was familiar, though I’d never heard the husky drawl the way he spoke to me while I was in his arms.
My head spun and I felt like I was flying. Though I’d been buzzing pretty hard before I ended up in the arms of this man, I was pretty sure the last three shots of Fireball I’d done right before going outside were starting to hit with a vengeance. And I’m sure the two Long Island Iced Teas I’d consumed before that weren’t helping either.
Sure, I was drunk off my ass, but even if I had been stone-cold sober, that kiss would have had me dropping trou and begging him to take me any way he wanted. I also had the feeling I should know this guy. Instead of making me wary of what was going on, it put me more at ease to think I knew the guy. It was dark outside, and I was otherwise occupied sucking his neck on the way inside and couldn’t focus on anything other than getting myself and him naked.