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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“A really dumb part of me wanted you when you were glowering down at me when I backed into your Range Rover.” A tiny giggle came out with that while she continued to cling to my hair, her voice throaty and raw and cracking with need.

I chuckled at her flesh. “You made quite the impression.”

“What can I say? I’m unforgettable.”

Another chuckle rolled free, and I yanked at the hem of her shirt.

“Take this off.”

She hesitated only for a second, but it was to pull her phone from her pocket. The monitor I kept in Evelyn’s room was on the display, her sleeping form illuminated in the faint strains of sunlight that burned through the edges of her window.

My chest stretched tight.

I fucking loved that her first concern was for the little girl napping downstairs.

She set it to the side then peeled the fabric over her head.

Air ripped from me on a grunt, my cock straining so hard I thought I could go off just looking at her.

Her large breasts bare and on display.

Pert and round, but heavy enough they sagged a bit, her nipples tight and pebbled and as pink as her lips.

I stroked my tongue over one, pulling her nub into my mouth, sucking and licking while I twisted the other with my fingers.

“Caleb.” She whimpered my name.

Energy bounced around the room. Banged against the walls.

Alive and bright and burning through me like an electric shock.

Prodding me to life.

“What do you need, reckless girl? Do you want me to make you feel good? Is that why you came up here? Because you’ve been dying to have this, too?” I rumbled at her breast, unable to stop the inane words from flooding out.

A fucking fool.

It didn’t matter because I was eating up her tits like they were dessert, lapping each taut nub, before I was kissing back over the thunder pounding in her chest. I licked up her throat before I took her mouth again.

“I came up here because I care about you,” she mumbled against my lips. “Because I couldn’t stand the look that took over your face.”

Her words should have stopped me in my tracks.

But I was kissing her deeper, my tongue stroking against hers like in it I could find reprieve.

One hand wound in the fall of her lush hair and the other explored each curve of her body. Riding down her side.

Her waist.

Her hip.

Gliding down until I gripped her by the knee.

I spread her, then angled back so I could run my fingertips along the sweet juncture between her thighs.

She gasped, and she held onto my shoulders as she reared back, looking down at where I touched her over the material of her shorts.

“Are you wet for me, Paisley?” It was a growl of desperation, my cock so fucking hard it took all the restraint I possessed not to rip myself out of my pants and sink my dick into her cunt.

She moaned. “So wet. I hate how much I want you. How much I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you. And after that night…”

Vulnerability slipped into her tone, and I was assaulted with the vision of her fucking herself with that toy.

I wanted to tell her to go get it. Do all manners of dirty deeds with it to her gorgeous body.

“Good because I hate how much I want you, too.” I popped the button of her shorts and dragged down the zipper, then I hooked my fingers in the waistband. “I’ve been dying to taste you since I got to watch you shoving that toy into your pussy while you dreamed of it being me.”

Need shocked through her low groan, and her hands shot out to cling to my shoulders as I tugged both her boots from her feet, dropped them to the floor, then began to wind the shorts and underwear down her legs.

My appreciation left me on a hiss. “Look at you.”

She was completely unclothed, and I took her by both knees and propped her feet on the edge of my desk, spreading her so wide her slit parted.

Glistening.

Every sweet spot on this girl hewn in pink.

I drove a single finger deep into her body.

She arched from the desk. “Caleb. Yes.”

I fucked my digit in and out, measured and deep, slowly coiling her into a messy bow of want.

Her hands shot behind her to keep herself upright as I took her by the outside of each thigh and dove in.

Tongue diving between her swollen lips.

I devoured her pussy the way I’d been aching to, thrusting my tongue into her walls, lapping and licking.

She was nearly screaming by the time I moved to focus on her clit. Her flesh was engorged, as needy and throbbing as her walls when I sank two fingers deep inside her.

“Oh, Caleb, yes. Please,” she whimpered.


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