Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Leaning down, he brings his face close to mine, our lips brushing.
I love how his breath moves over my face, warm and welcome and mine when he does this. It makes me want to stand on my tiptoes and kiss him hard and then tell him I want him forever, I want his babies.
I want us.
“Yes,” he says gruffly. “But it doesn’t feel….”
“What?” I prompt, reaching up and clinging onto his neck, feeling his muscles, his firmness.
“It doesn’t feel like enough,” he says gruffly. “How badly I want you, the anger inside of me when I saw that bastard push past you. He’s lucky he didn’t lay a finger on you, Faye. I’m not sure I would’ve been able to control myself.”
I squeeze down on him, feeling his lips against mine as he gets closer. But we don’t kiss, not yet. Instead, we just stay like this.
Floating in our affection, in our love…
That’s a word I really need to steer away from, at least for now.
“I thought you were going to rip his head off anyway,” I say softly.
“He deserved it,” Felix snarls. “But then what? I get arrested for assault. I’m not here to protect you if you ever need it again.”
“Do you see that as your job? Protecting me?”
“Always,” he growls.
A warm glow captivates me at the word, but I reason with myself he’s just being romantic. He’s letting his passion guide his words.
It’s not that he really wants to protect me forever.
Does he?
He kisses me passionately, his hands sinking into my hips in that captivating way of his like there’s nothing else he’d rather touch, nobody else he’d rather kiss. Ever.
I return the pressure, standing on my tiptoes, then giggle through the kiss as he sweeps me off my feet.
He grabs my ass, and I wrap my legs around him, almost telling him to stop. I’m afraid he’ll drop me. But his hands sink deeper, and I can feel how ridiculous that is.
He’d never let me go.
My body starts shifting against him, grinding up and down as he kisses me harder.
Then he stops, placing me down, looking back at the path.
“We need to be careful,” he growls.
“I know.”
Lola.
My man reads me, shaking his head softly. “I don’t want anybody else seeing you like that. So sexy I could roar. Fuck, you’re making me so crazy. I can’t….”
Stop, I fill in silently as we magnetize to each other again.
Our mouths are addicted to each other, the kissing getting even more passionate, even more, difficult to fight.
My hands move over his shoulders, my sex rubbing against my panties and the fabric of my dress.
Everything feels cloying, with far too many clothes in the way.
He steps back again, his hands shaking. “Not here. Nobody else gets to see you like this. Just me.”
“Nobody’s here now,” I whisper, even if I shouldn’t be agreeing with him.
We made a deal—a promise of sorts.
But we also said kissing doesn’t count.
“It’s a public path,” he says. “And if you keep moaning like that when I kiss you, I won’t be able to stop. You’re making me so hard.”
“R-really?” I murmur, hating the stutter.
But it makes sense.
“I’ve never…touched a man before,” I say.
His eyes widen, a feral glint coming into them. “You haven’t?”
I step forward, hoping I seem sassy, not pathetic.
Not shy.
Sassy, confident and sexy.
My hand trembles as I reach out for his crotch, staring at the way his shorts shift around his huge throbbing length.
He groans as I wrap my hands around it, squeezing on, rubbing up and down outside his shorts.
He’s huge, solid, and so hard I can hardly believe it.
Swollen with lust just for me, only me.
Moving my hand up and down, I listen to his groans, look at the way his lips twist, and his eyes flare.
“Fuck,” he says, as I stroke even quicker, getting carried away, feeling like I can give into this for the first time in my life.
Desire, lust, want.
And I know it’s wrong.
But I can’t stop.
“You’re so hard,” I whisper, feeling my cheeks grow hot, but I don’t care. It’s worth it to hear his moans.
“It’s you,” he says, his voice catching. “Fuck, I need your body. I need you, Faye.”
“But we said….”
He surges forward, grabbing me and driving his crotch against my stomach, letting me feel the huge mass of need. I whimper as he kisses me again, the hardest he has yet like there’s a wild beast in him trying to break free.
“I don’t care what we said,” he snarls. “I want to take you somewhere. I can’t fight this anymore.”
“Where?” I whisper as he massages my ass, pushing my mounds together, sizzling excitement caressing me along with his hands.
“We can find a hotel. A motel. Or….”
“Or?” I say.
“There’s a waterfall nearby. I was going to save it as a surprise. There’s a spot we could go to. Private. I’ve got a cabin a couple of miles up the river.”