Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 118780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
I grip the headboard at the same time, clenching my inner muscles. His eyes fly to mine, the intensity in his green stare blistering through me.
“Fuck,” he bites out.
My heart speeds at the sense of power taking over. “More.” I pivot my hips, angling to take him deeper. A moan escapes when the metal piercing rubs along my sensitive flesh.
There’s a flicker of surprise met with a smoldering challenge.
His thrusts pick up speed, driving hard. “Tight, hot, wet… your pussy was made for me.”
“Yes.”
“Let me hear you say it.”
“Yours.”
“Rowan.”
I love the way he grates my name.
“Let me touch you,” I counter with a new sense of determination.
“Say it.” His demand is strained.
My gaze travels over him, the intensity in his eyes matching the power radiating from him.
Sweat glistens on his neck and chest, the muscles rippling. The dark ink on his tan skin is begging me to scale my nails and trace every curve and line. His biceps flex, hands gripping my waist. The vision of him pumping in and out of me turns my stomach in knots.
“Say it, now.” He’s on the edge, ready to lose control.
Because of me.
I savor the second a little longer, meeting his beautiful stare. A low, throaty growl echoes between us and I give in.
“My pussy is yours.”
“Sexy as fuck hearing you give me that.”
His hands move to my back, whipping me up astride him.
I whimper at the new angle, adjusting easily.
“Can you take it?”
“Yes, baby.”
“Thank fuck.”
My arms and legs curl around him, anchoring me to his body. There isn’t an inch of space between us.
I rock to his pace, meeting his strokes and feeling his cock thicken. My breath comes in pants, the friction between us building. With each upward pump, I clench harder. My nails score through his hair as my mouth finds his.
He pulls my bottom lip through his teeth, grunting his approval.
Lust, hunger, and desire all jumble together. Electric sensations spark through my nerves.
Carnal need takes over. My elbows brace on his shoulders, giving me room. His eyes flame when he realizes what’s happening. With a little leverage, I position and slam back down.
The movement sends a wave of pleasure through me.
I moan shamelessly as he fucks me harder than ever before.
“Get there, baby.”
“You…”
I barely register his hand sliding between us until he pinches my nipple roughly, and his teeth graze over my shoulder. The pain mixes with surprise, shooting more sparks through my system.
“Now.”
His command sends me over, my vision going black as I spiral out of control. My throat burns from the scream roaring up my throat. His mouth closes over mine, his cock thickening and pulsing as he pours inside me. Each convulse rubs deliciously inside, prolonging my pleasure.
My body melts, needing his strength to hold me up.
Our hearts beat in sync, our labored breathing the only sound in the room.
I don’t dare let go, cherishing this time.
Feeling protected, loved, treasured.
Things I never knew existed before Ford Whitman claimed me.
“Every fucking time, Rowan. Watching my dick slide in and out of you, seeing your gorgeous body laid out for only me, feeling your pussy sucking me deeper. You rock my fucking world.”
“Same.”
We stay like this until I know it’s time to clean up. He doesn’t loosen his grip when I move.
“Honey, I need to—”
“Stay.”
“I’m... umm… we are…”
“You’re leaking us and I don’t give a shit.”
While this is crudely romantic, my Spidey sense kicks in.
“Honey, is everything okay?”
His already tense body goes solid, and he gently rolls, situating me on top of him. His beautiful hazel eyes are now back to their normal rich hue, but they’re laced with apprehension.
“I have to go away for a few days.”
Disappointment washes over me, but I try to keep it at bay. “For work?”
“Shouldn’t be more than a week.”
“A week?” I wince at the crack in my voice. “What’s going on?”
“Talon and I are heading out to do some recon.”
“What about the others?”
“Ace and Major will take point here with Robbie and Finn.”
I can’t help assuming this is because of all those men and their family status. My mind races with the possibility of danger lurking in the ‘recon’, as he calls it.
“I see the wheels spinning. Talk to me,” he urges, skimming his hands gently up my back.
“Is this dangerous?”
“Can’t tell you the details, but we’ll be fine. The worst part is being off the grid.”
“Off the grid, meaning no contact?”
“Limited secure contact with the guys. Major and Ace are on point.”
“You can’t contact me? At all?”
“Not likely.”
My heart sinks at the thought of not hearing his voice, reading his texts, or seeing him for that long. “I get it.”
“You’re a terrible liar.”
“Well, do you want me to tell you how much that sucks?”
“I want you to be honest with me always.”
“Then it sucks.”
His lips curl on one side, and his hands stop roaming, squeezing my ass. “I was wrong before.”