Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 110550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
He drew closer, expression giving nothing away.
“Vito is not our only hope,” I said. “We still have options, and while we do, no one will be tortured. You promise me that, Liam. Promise me—”
Pressing me against the car, Liam cupped my neck, crashing his lips on mine. My eyes popped—mouth frozen as my brain sluggishly connected what was happening to reality. I was responding before it got there.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, giving over to the kiss. We battled in a fury of moans, grinding, and roaming hands. The next thing I knew, the car beeped and I was falling.
My back bounced off the cushioned seat. Liam was on me before I knew which way was up.
“This is not”—he tore my shirt clean off my body—“how I thought this conversation would go.”
Liam dropped burning kisses along my collarbone. “You’re an incredibly frustrating woman.”
“Yep, still confused.” He popped my front-open bra with his teeth, pulling a squeak out of me.
“You’re constantly surprising me. Making me second-guess everything I know to be true.”
“You sound very angry about that.” The miniskirt I spent a week making joined my top in tatters on the floor.
“You have no idea how hard I fought to convince myself I didn’t want you. Then to keep myself away from you. Then to go slow with you, build something real now that a breakup would hurt more than just us.”
He was saying so many dizzying things while removing his clothes. Good fortune had gifted me a vision of Liam Hunt half-naked. I knew about the chiseled pecs, dusting of hair on his chest, defined V, and the above-average bulge barely hidden in his briefs. His power shouldn’t affect me so strongly, and still my mouth went dry as he sprung free. I was not so dizzy and confused to realize what was coming next.
“I’m fucking tired of holding myself back, Mackenzie. You’re unpredictable—never doing what’s expected of you. Why should I?”
Only my tights remained. I struggled to save them, but it was too late. Liam tore a hole clean through the middle.
“You still sound kind of mad at me. Just to be clear, is this rage or admiration that I refused to torture Vito?”
Liam buried his head between my legs. I choked on my spit, head banging on the armrest. Now was not the time to ask him questions.
The first time Liam ate me out, he was a vortex of pent-up sexual frustration, and he wasn’t interested in going easy on me. Not much had changed.
He slipped between my folds, teasing the treasure trove he found in there. Eyes crossing, my back arched off the seat till the top of my head replaced it.
“Holy shit.” I ran fingers through his silky strands, drawing him closer to me. “If tonight was a test, I’m really glad I passed.” Liam sucked on the bundle of nerves between my legs and I jerked, falling half off the seat. I was accepting quickly this would neither be sweet, gentle, nor slow.
Scrambling free, a deep, primal growl ripped from his chest. I shivered all the way down my spine.
“It’s my turn,” I said, pushing him back. “You’ve already made my body your playground, Hunt. Now I get to explore you.”
“Until I lose patience.” Liam plundered my mouth with the taste of me on his tongue. “Have your fun.”
I intended to. Pushing him down, I splayed my fingers on his chest, slowly rolling them over the bumps and ridges of his perfect body. I closed over his length—humming at how right he was in my hands. I must’ve had a strong effect on him. A few hours ago he said he was willing to take it slow and see where we went. Now he was twitching in my fist.
Precum beaded on his tip. I licked it clean, trapping his gaze as I swallowed him to the hilt.
“Turn around.”
I obeyed, swinging my body around to rest my knees on either side of his head. I moaned deep in my throat as he pushed three fingers inside of me. It was a bold man that skipped from two straight to three. I had a stray thought that all someone had to do was stumble behind the club, and get the up-close show to him stretching me like a wanton slut.
The thought vanished the moment he hit that spot. “Yes, baby. Right there.”
“Who told you to stop?”
I purred under his thumb rolling over my nub. “You’re so ridiculously sexy when you take charge.”
“I’m thirty-five years old, Mackenzie. I’m not one of these boys fumbling to take your bra off.”
“Probably didn’t have to rip it though.” Liam smacked my left butt cheek. “Ah,” I squealed, giggling.
“I told you not to stop.”
I fantasized about what this hot single dad would do to me if he got me alone again. The reality was so much better than my fevered dreams.