Meant for Her (Meant For #2) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Forbidden, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Meant For Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
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He walks around the staircase toward the side door, pushing it open. The cool air hits me right away, and I shiver. He shrugs his jacket off before I can tell him not to and wraps it around my shoulders. The cobblestone rock on the path makes my heels sink in, so I reach out to hold his arm to steady myself. “Where are we?” I ask as I look around at a little courtyard. It looks like it’s in the middle of the hotel as some of the windows have lights on. Potted plants are scattered around the little space, and when you look up, you see the stars twinkling in the sky.

“No idea,” he answers me, “I saw a door.”

I laugh, holding the jacket closed with one hand as we walk toward the corner of the building where there aren’t many lights on. “This is nice,” I observe as we finally make it to a pathway that has concrete, so my heels aren’t sinking. “It’s a little chilly.” I look over at him, seeing him put his hands in his pockets. “Do you want your jacket back?” I ask and shiver at the same time, making me laugh at myself. “We might have to share it.” He looks at me, his eyes turning a darker blue, his jaw tight as if he’s biting down on it. “What’s the matter?” I ask as we stop at the corner of the courtyard, where a darkened entrance leads to a door with the word Maintenance on it.

“Nothing,” he says, his words barely a whisper.

“Can I ask you something?” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.

“Don’t you know that you can ask me anything?” His voice sounds like it’s in pain. “And in that dress.” He shakes his head and takes one of his hands out of his pocket and grabs the back of his neck with it.

I don’t know if it’s the wine. I don’t know if it’s the fact that I’m out of the house, dressed in a nice dress, and just slow danced with a man who has been nothing but supportive to me and my girls. I don’t know if it’s the fact being in his arms stirred something from the depths of my soul. I don’t know if it’s just the fact that today I put get Christopher to kiss me on my list. I don’t know what it is, but we are here, and I’m taking the leap. “Touch me,” I whisper, stepping toward him, putting my hands on his chest, feeling his heart racing just as fast as mine.

“Dakota.” He uses my full name. “I’m holding on by a string, baby.” His voice cracks, and the way he just called me baby made every single part of me tingle, especially parts that have not seen action for over a year.

“You said I could ask you anything.” My finger taps his white shirt. “I’m asking you to touch me.”

“Fuck,” he groans before his hands fly to my face, and he spins me around to the darkened corner, pushing my back against the wall. My hand comes up to grab his tie, pulling him to me. “Fuck it all,” he says before his mouth touches mine. My hand grips his tie even tighter, while the other one comes up to hold his cheek. At the same time as his tongue touches mine, fireworks go off inside me. His mouth swallows my moan as one hand drops from my face to my neck. His head twists to the other side to deepen the kiss. I’m lost in all that is him. I’m lost in his smell. I’m lost in his touch. I’m lost in his taste.

He pulls back, looking down at me, his thumb rubbing the side of my throat before his mouth replaces the heat of his finger. My hands go to his sides as my eyes close, his tongue trailing up the vein where my pulse beats. His hand drops to my hip as he pulls me to him, and I feel how much this is doing to him. I arch my back, the jacket slips off my shoulders and pools around my feet, but we are too lost in each other to care. He nips my jaw before his mouth finds mine again. His hands find mine and move them up beside my head. Our fingers link with each other as we kiss. I’ve never been kissed like this before. I’ve never wanted to be kissed so badly in my life before. I’ve never wanted a kiss to go on forever before. He lets one hand go before he grabs my chin and moves from right to left, leaving my mouth to trail down kisses.

“Christopher.” His name on my lips feels like I’ve been saying it my whole life.


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