Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Her moan made him want to slam her to the floor and fuck her until she screamed, but he refrained. Hurting her was the last thing he wanted to do. Plus, Harper was taking the lead, and he damn well wouldn’t fuck that up for her. So he endured the torture of the hottest kiss he’d ever experienced with his sexy woman squirming all over his lap.
And she was his. She might not admit it yet, but he’d claimed her.
If he came in his pants like a fucking newbie, so be it.
It’d be her fault, anyway.
After she’d driven him to near madness with her soft moans and eager lips, she rested her forehead against his, panting. “Take me to your bed, Jinx. Take me to your bed and make me yours.”
Fuck. Yes.
Her words alone might make him come. His breath caught in his lungs. “Yeah? Mine?”
She smiled, and it was so damn bright it lit the room. “Yes. I want to be yours.”
“You already are.” He stood, lifting her under her ass.
She yelped, but it quickly turned to a laugh as she wound her arms and legs around him. He ran to his room with her in his arms just to hear her squeal and laugh again.
“Don’t drop me,” she squealed.
“Never.”
They reached his room in seconds. His king-size bed beckoned like a neon flashing light. Any other time he’d toss her on it, but he’d rather leave the club than hurt her back further, so he set her down with ease.
Words weren’t necessary for the next few moments. They scrambled to remove their clothing as though waiting for the other to do it for them would be a waste of time. Harper ended up naked before him because he was distracted each time she peeled off an item.
Once she was naked, and he still wore boxer briefs, he gave up the task of disrobing in favor of taking in every sexy inch of her. Harper had put on some weight over the past few weeks, filling out in all the ways prison had slimmed her. He liked her a little fuller and healthier-looking. This way, he wasn’t so worried about breaking her if they got a little vigorous.
“You’re studying me pretty hard,” she said as she leaned on her elbows.
The move thrust her tits outward and had his boxers stretched to their limit.
“Well, I’m not stupid,” he said with a wink. “You’re so pretty and in my bed. Of course, I’m going to study you. What if there’s a test later?”
“No test. Just me.” She spread her legs, and his knees nearly gave out. Where had this confident vixen come from?
He palmed his cock over his boxer briefs. “There’s no just about it. You are everything.”
Harper blinked quickly as though battling tears. He’d kick himself in the dick if he made her cry, even if they were happy tears. He didn’t like to see it on her.
He hooked his thumbs in his boxers, then paused. “Let me know if your back starts hurting at any time. Okay?”
She tilted her head, then nodded. “I’ll be fine. I want you so badly, Jinx. Not gonna lie, but tonight scared me. You make me feel good, and I want more of that. I want all of it. So please don’t hold back on me.”
Well, fuck. Who was he to deny such a sweet request?
He planted his hands on the bed on either side of her. “You said you wanted me to make you mine.”
Nerves flickered across her face, but her whispered “Yes” chased them away.
“Do you know what that means? Being mine?”
“Tell me.”
“It means you sleep in my bed.” He kissed the side of her neck, drawing a breathy sigh from her.
“Yes.” It was said with a sigh.
“It means you’re on the back of my bike.” He nibbled up to her jaw.
“O-okay.”
“It means you trust me. Fully.” He kissed her lips once, then again, before looking into her troubled eyes. “Maybe not this second, but someday. And I trust you just as deeply.”
She gripped his biceps. “Yes. I will get there, Jinx. I want to get there and never thought I would be willing to put in the effort. But I am for you. Please be patient with me.”
He smiled. “That’s more than enough for me.” If the desire were there, she’d make it happen. She was one tough lady.
And for his part, he’d never give her a reason to doubt him.
A thought hit from nowhere. “What if being my woman meant getting a Handlers’ tattoo one day?”
Her grin grew sly. “I’d do that if we were long-term.”
Fuck, she’d look so damn hot with Handlers’ ink on her skin. His dick ached at the thought of it. If the day came when she got a Handlers’ tattoo, he sure hoped she’d let him come all over it as soon as it healed.