Love Me Today (Time River #1) Read Online A.L. Jackson

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Time River Series by A.L. Jackson
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Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 122578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
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The girl a hook I couldn’t seem to evade.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous. Did you know that? I know better than taking you, but you make me want to say fuck it all and take you anyway. Screw the consequences.”

“And maybe we’re both right where we belong.” Her words were throaty, curling through me.

Ribbons that possessed.

“You have any clue what you’ve been doing to me, Paisley Dae? The way you have me so spun up, thinking about the things I want to do to you?” I murmured it as my lips roamed, over her nape and up her neck until I was nibbling at the lobe of her ear.

Paisley whimpered. “I hope it’s as good as what I’ve been imagining you doing to me.”

She ground her ass against my cock to emphasize her words.

The shudder that ran through me was so overpowering I didn’t know how it hadn’t dropped me to my knees.

“What I want to do to you will ruin you.”

Or maybe it was only going to ruin me.

Fire stoked.

Flames licking through my insides.

Singeing and scarring. The promise I had made howled in my ear.

I’d allowed myself to love one person in my life and look what that had caused. I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

“Caleb.” Paisley breathed my name.

How that slight sound shouted louder than the rest, I didn’t know, but it clouded the commitment and slayed my resolve.

I spun her around so quickly she was gasping again.

I propped her on the edge of my desk.

The girl looked like a prize.

Her chest pitched, those tits spilling out over the top of the pink tank.

I swore the woman wore them day after day just to push me to the cusp of her recklessness.

My gaze traveled south. Over her quivering stomach and down to the tiny cut-off shorts that barely covered a thing, those thick, toned thighs trembling with need.

“Reckless Angel.”

So slowly, I eased my gaze back up, tracing each curve with my eyes.

I dragged my attention the rest of the way up, to the contour of her face that was so pretty and soft.

But it was those mossy eyes flashing with greed that did me in.

“I’m not feeling much like an angel right now.”

A low chuckle rumbled free.

“Chaos,” I told her. “Reckless. An angel sent to tempt me.”

“Is that the way I have you feeling, Caleb? Reckless?” It was a fucking tease that slipped from those plump, pink lips.

Daring me to take her.

I gripped her by the back of the neck and jerked her forward.

Bringing us nose to nose. Our lips nearly touching. “What do you make me feel? Everything I’m not supposed to.”

“Maybe feeling is exactly what you’re supposed to do.” Her tone had gone soft, her fingertips even softer where she fluttered them down my jaw.

A caress.

Like I meant something. Like I might be more than the demon who’d caused this grief.

“Fuck, Paisley.” I took her in a bruising, desperate kiss.

Our mouths moved in a violent give and take.

Desperate to get closer. Tipping over an edge that we never should have crossed.

But I was there anyway, in the bowels of my selfishness where I took and took.

I pulled her bottom lip between both of mine, sucking the sweet flesh, before I moved to the top and did the same.

Desperate hands fisted in my shirt, and she moaned, her mouth parting in invitation.

My tongue stroked against hers in a gambol of gluttony.

I felt enraptured.

Fixated.

Entranced.

Maybe she was a little devil after all.

Except the sounds she was making were far too sweet for that. Her fingers too gentle when she dragged them up the back of my neck and tangled them in my hair.

I wound myself between her thighs, and Paisley wrapped her legs around my waist. My hands slipped under her so I could get a handful of that full, lush bottom while she set to rubbing her heat all over my dick.

I pulled back from the kiss, my forehead rocking against hers, the words scraping in the frenetic space between us. “Fuck, Paisley. What have you done to me?”

I forced myself to sit on my chair before I lost it, though my hands clamped on the sides of her thighs.

Refusing to let go.

Gaze drinking in the sight of her where she sat propped on my desk.

A fucking treasure.

The kind that was forbidden and would destroy everything if you kept it in your possession.

Waves of white hair framed her striking face, her lips swollen and wet, her chest heaving.

“Did you know I’ve wanted to touch you like this since that first day?” I leaned in and kissed her throat, riding down until I was nuzzling my nose in the cleft between her tits. “Since I saw you propped on that fence.”

I dragged the temptation of that pink tank down.

A riot of need stirred through the air.

She mewled in approval, and her fingers curled into my hair as I kept kissing her cleavage.


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