Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
I shake my head, the deepest regret booming through my chest as everything I’ve ever wanted stands right before me, begging for me to take it. “I can’t.”
I go to pull away but she tightens her grip on my shirt, pulling me back to her, and the way she looks at me, the way she holds me captive can’t be ignored. “Break the fucking rules and kiss me, Izaac.”
Every last shred of control shatters into a million broken pieces, and I launch myself toward her. My hand grips the back of her neck, and as my other snakes around her back and pulls her in, I crush my lips to hers, kissing her deeply. Aspen gasps into my mouth as though not having expected me to break, but she quickly relaxes into my arms, her body molding against mine as though it were always supposed to be right there.
Her full lips move against mine, and I fucking die.
How could I have not been kissing her since the moment this started? Every nerve in my body is on edge, desperately craving more, and I greedily take everything she’s giving, my tongue working into her mouth and warring with hers.
She tastes like fucking heaven, like a fallen angel gifted right into my arms, and I was right. How could I ever let her go now?
I’m in love with this woman, and I’ve been so fucking blind.
Aspen has been right here this whole time, daring me to love her back, begging me to give in to what she already knew was right there. She could have walked away at any time, could have given up on me a million times over, but she stayed and fought for what she believed in.
A fierce desperation booms through me, and I scoop her up into my arms, her legs locking around my waist as I yank the door open and stride down to my bedroom. She groans into my mouth, and before I’m even a few steps down the hall, I reach for the small zipper at the back of her dress—the same fucking dress she tortured me with earlier this evening.
Aspen scrambles for the back of my shirt, pulling it up between our bodies and forcing me to break our kiss, and the second the shirt is gone, I waste no time unzipping her dress and letting it fall down to her waist.
I push through to my bedroom, my cock already painfully hard and desperate to be inside of her. Then striding to the foot of my bed, I take hold of her and throw her down.
She crashes against the mattress, barely catching herself on her elbows as she stares back at me, her gaze filled with the deepest lust that it’s almost impossible to keep away. “Holy fuck,” she breathes, her eyes sailing over my face and down to my bare chest.
I reach for the front of my pants, unbuckling my belt as the raw need for her almost brings me to my fucking knees. “Dress, Aspen. Off. Now.”
She doesn’t waste a single moment, gripping the black fabric at her waist and wriggling out of it, taking that sheer black thong right along with it. She tosses them aside, and as her elbow settles back into place, her brows furrow, and she looks around.
“Wait,” she rushes out as if only just realizing she’s on my bed. “Your bed. I thought . . . We can’t—”
My pants fall to the ground, and I step out of them as I fist my straining cock and kneel against the end of my bed. “We’re breaking all the fucking rules now.”
By the time she lets out a shaky breath, my hand is locked around her ankle, dragging her down the bed toward me until her beautiful thighs are spread on either side of mine. I come down over her, the movement forcing her thighs further apart. She hooks her leg over my hip, opening herself up to me as the scent of her arousal lingers in the air. A wicked grin stretches across my lips as I lean back into her and kiss her again, knowing without even touching her just how fucking ready she is for me.
My cock rests heavily against her stomach, and she closes her hand around me, the soft touch making me shudder. “Baby,” I breathe against her lips, my hand roaming down the length of her body and to her thigh.
“Oh, God,” she sighs. “I could get used to you calling me that.”
My lips move down to the side of her neck, and her body arches off the mattress, her full tits pressed against my chest. “I’ll never get used to this.”
She tightens her grip on my cock. “Don’t make me wait,” she pants as her thumb swipes across my tip and over the piercing. “I need you inside me.”