Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 128801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
“Carrying my woman to my bed, where she belongs.”
“You’re going to drop me.”
“You keep forgetting these arms were made for you. Think it’s time we make sure you remember.” He had one arm wrapped around my waist, and he reached up with the other and smacked my bottom before he dug his fingers into my butt cheek, gripping a handful.
I choked around the shocked breath, and a rush of arousal flooded.
He started to walk before he snatched the jar of coconut oil I’d used for the new cookie recipe from the counter.
“Think we’re going to need this.” He gave it a small toss, catching it before he started through the kitchen and across the living room.
My insides tumbled in a wash of desire, and I felt half delirious as I clawed at his back, holding onto his shirt.
I bounced against his shoulder as he carried me.
Giddiness pulsed, for a moment overpowering the fear, giving me a reprieve from the dread that I’d stewed in all day. Light as he climbed the stairs, a thrill racing through me, need clattering through my senses.
A muddle of desire.
He didn’t carry me into my room that we’d been sharing for the last few nights. He turned left into the gauzy darkness of his, and I was instantly back to when I’d walked in on him. When I’d been so confused. Riddled with questions.
But his need no longer remained a mystery as he went directly to the side of his bed and dumped me onto the mattress.
Mischief glinted in his gaze as he watched me bounce on his bed, something sly cutting into the sharpened angles of his face.
He never looked away as he set the jar on the nightstand.
Midnight standing over me.
Darkness and gravity.
But it was a giggle that was skipping up my throat.
Joy and trust and need.
My hips followed it, arching toward him in their own plea.
“Always so eager,” he rumbled.
“I need it, I need you,” I rushed, unashamed to admit it.
“I’m going to take care of you, Cookie. Promise you.”
He reached in and hooked his fingers in the waistband of my sleep shorts and ripped them down my legs, taking my underwear with them.
Cool air hit my heated flesh.
“Now who’s eager?” I spouted the tease.
He rewarded me by shoving two fingers into my throbbing center.
A cry jutted free, and he stroked them in twice, so deep before he withdrew, climbed up to straddle me still wearing all his clothes, then pressed them into my mouth.
His fingers still tasted sweet, though they were coated with my arousal, and I groaned at the mix. At the man who hovered over me, knees on either side, a gorgeous silhouette that towered in the night.
“Are you mine, Cookie?” he asked as he dragged his fingers out, raking them over my bottom lip and down my chin.
“Yes. All of me. Everything. It’s yours.”
He inched back a fraction so he could gather the hem of my sweatshirt and ripped that off, too.
It left me a bare, writhing mess of desire below him.
Slowly, he eased off the bed, and I was shaking beneath his deliberation. The way his gaze went predatory.
Mad with hunger.
A frenzy that he barely kept in check.
“On your hands and knees.” The command scraped the dense air.
I didn’t hesitate. I scrambled to meet his demand.
“Good girl,” he said right before his hand cracked against my bottom. A second later he was smoothing his palm over the cheek.
I cried out in surprise, not because the sting really hurt but because I was shocked by how much I liked it. How my hips were rocking back in a bid to meet with him in any way I could get him.
“This ass, Dakota. So fucking perfect, always teasing me beneath those dresses, driving me out of my mind.”
He dipped down and whispered his lips over the spot where his hand had been before, murmuring, “And now it’s mine.”
He spread me wide and dragged the tip of his tongue from my clit to my asshole.
I didn’t have time to be shy or question what he was doing because he began to rub my clit with the pads of two fingers while he swirled his tongue in the most private place.
I was struck with a surge of sensation. Coming at me from all sides. Pleasure lit in an instant, something so seductive and powerful that I was sucking for oxygen, and my fingers curled into his bedspread, hanging on as he whipped me into a dripping ball of need.
“Ryder.” I didn’t even care that I was begging it.
That I wanted him.
That I wanted him everywhere.
I whimpered when he pulled away, though my gaze caught on the mirror that was situated in the corner of his room. Caught on his reflection as he moved to stand on his feet behind me. Those eyes tangled with mine as he watched my expression, and my blood pounded through my veins as he slowly dragged his shirt over his head.