Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
A moan falls from my lips as I watch her looking at me. I can’t imagine how good that would feel—to sink inside her warm wet cunt.
My cock hardens in my jeans, straining against the denim and giving my arousal away. I take a deep breath to control my beast’s primal urges, as well as my own.
“I think it might be smart to wait to see my bear until things… calm down.”
“Luckily I’ve never been accused of being smart,” she says with a grin. I smile back at her. This girl is quick-witted and smart as a whip.
“How about we eat first?” I say as I move to the kitchen. “You must be hungry.”
“I’ve been sneaking French Fries off people’s plates all day,” she says as she follows me into the open kitchen. I had it redone last year and from the way she’s looking around at the high cupboards and huge granite island, I think I did a good job.
“French fries, huh?”
“Yup,” she says as she hops up onto the counter, even though I have some stools at the island. “I can’t resist them. You know, I had a choice between becoming a doctor or becoming a waitress at the local diner and I chose waitress on account of the fries.”
“Oh, really?” I say with a laugh.
She nods with a serious expression on her face even though she’s clearly joking. “Yeah. You know, saving lives is rewarding and all, but French fries… you can’t beat that.”
I feel her eyes on me as I reach down into the freezer and pull out a bag of fries.
She gasps. “You just got yourself a one-way ticket to second base tonight.”
Her cheeks start blushing when she realizes what she’s said.
“I didn’t mean… It was just a joke…”
I slam the freezer closed, toss the fries on the counter, and walk over with my heated eyes locked on her.
Her back straightens and she sucks in a breath as she watches me with unblinking eyes. She looks nervous and excited at the same time. I can see her soft skin flushing, hear her heart pounding, smell her pussy getting wetter with every step I take.
“Second base?” I say as I walk right up to her, standing between her legs. My body is so big that she has to open her legs wider to let me fit. Her sweet aroused scent fills my nose and my bear starts rumbling. “What do I have to do to get a home run?”
She lets out a little gasp when I drop my big palms onto her soft thighs. I lean in close until our lips are within kissing distance.
“This is a good start,” she says as she lifts her hands and touches my flexed arms.
I lean in and kiss her softly on the lips. It’s a nice slow romantic kiss, unlike the last one that was full of desperation and need. We take our time with this one, enjoying every sensation. The soft luscious feel of her lips, the sweet delicious taste of her tongue, the look of her beautiful face as she turns her head and closes her eyes. Yes, I have my eyes open. I can’t believe that I’m kissing my mate and I want to watch her while I do it.
My cock hardens against the wooden cupboard as I listen to the slow sensual sound of our lips smacking together as we pull each other closer.
I groan and tug on her bottom lip with my teeth as we separate. I don’t want to let her go just yet.
“How was that?” I ask as I slide my hands up to her waist.
“That was good,” she says with a smile and a nod. It must have been good because she looks too stunned to fire out any witty comments.
“Better than French fries?” I ask as I lean in and give her a soft closed-mouth kiss.
She pulls back from me and gives me a look. “Nothing is better than French fries.”
“I’m going to take that as a challenge,” I say as I start to kiss her neck.
Her whole body shudders as my lips connect with the mark I gave her. She moans deeply as I kiss it.
I scared her yesterday. That was all. She wasn’t expecting it, but now that it’s on her, she’s feeling the true power of having her fated mate’s mark on her skin. It’s overpowering. It’s overwhelming. And it’s taking over her body.
I hold onto her waist with a firm grip and slide her closer as she gasps. Her breasts press into my chest and I squeeze her hips, trying to repress the insatiable need to rip every shred of fabric from her body. I have to go slow this time.
Last time, I went too fast and I scared her off. I can’t go through another night like that again. Another night without her. Another night of torture.