Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Hell…
I was cold hearted until my lady came along.
Taking her face in my hands, I lean down to kiss her again. I didn’t plan on doing this but the temptation is far too potent when we’re standing this close together, as though her body is a magnet and I’m pure metal.
She makes an adorable surprised whimpering noise when I bring my face close to hers, gasping through the tight press of our lips. I snarl through the kiss and slide my hands around her hips, unable to stop myself from moving down to her ass, squeezing indulgently as I sink my fingers into her made-to-be-grabbed flesh.
I break off the kiss with an effort. “Fuck, you’re so damn addictive, Zoey.”
She bites her lips and moans quietly. It’s a moan that goes right to my center, triggering things I never thought a man like me could experience. It goes deep and whirls around me like a force of nature, making my chest pound hotly, with primal force.
“I need to explain something,” I tell her. “And I should warn you. It’s going to sound insane.”
“Okay…”
She drums her fingers against her leg, causing my gaze to snap to her bare thigh.
“But not here,” I say, voice shivering as I drink in the sight of her naked skin, as my mind throws up a thousand scenarios involving her thick gorgeous thighs. “If we stay in this bedroom, I won’t be able to help myself.”
She shakes her head, letting out a strange laugh, as we walk out to the living room. We walk down the hallway and stand in the center of the lounge together, the room feeling massive as it always does.
“What is it?” I ask.
“What?” she counters, with that twitching smile that triggers so much obsession in me I can hardly take it.
“Don’t what me.” I grin like a wolf, baring my teeth. “The way you shook your head just now… what is it, you don’t believe me when I call you beautiful?”
Her eyes widen a fraction as though I’ve just struck at the very heart of the issue. “No, not really. I mean… I don’t think you’re lying, so I guess that’s not exactly right. It’s more that I’m not used to being called beautiful. I’ve never had much attention from men, boys… any, really. And now you come into my life, this handsome older man, and look at you, Zack.”
I chuckle. “What about me?”
“You could have anyone. But you’re saying you want me. You’re saying I’m beautiful—”
“Not just beautiful,” I growl, cutting her off. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. You’re an angel, Zoey. A sexy-as-fuck angel, but an angel all the same. Nobody ever showed you any attention? Good. I’m sorry if it sucked for you, but it’s good for me. Because it means no bastard has ever got to see you whimper like you did for me, has never got to feel how voluptuous and captivating your body is.”
Her eyes widen again but with a different emotion this time.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
I dart my hand forward and grab hold of her wrist, guiding her hand to my manhood and press it down firmly. She whimpers as I grind her hand up and down my length. She squeezes down for a moment.
“You’re so hard,” she whispers, her voice awe-filled.
“Of course I am.” I take a step back before I lose control. “My body knows how badly I need you, how important it is for us to be together.”
“What do you mean?”
I kiss her again, unable to stop myself, not that I want to stop myself. I kiss her roughly on the lips, pressing our faces close together, feeling the way she softens and flowers for me. She kisses me back in that nervous way of hers, with confidence flaring beneath each twitching movement.
“I mean I’m going to fuck your virgin pussy and put a baby inside of you,” I growl, breaking off the kiss but keeping our faces close, our lips touching. “I mean I’m so damn grateful you left your address on that letter because it led me to you. And you, Zoey, goddamn… you’re the woman I’ve been waiting my whole life for. I’ve never believed in fate. I’ve seen too much, lived too much to indulge crazy thoughts like that. But you’ve changed my mind.”
I break off, smoothing hair from her face, which is fast becoming one of my favorite things to do. Mainly it’s because of the way she tilts her head toward the movement, as though hungry to maintain the closeness for as long as possible.
I understand exactly where she’s coming from.
I’m going to make sure we stay close together for the rest of our lives.
Chapter Eleven
Zoey
“You belong to me, Zoey,” he goes on, with his hand pressed close to my face.