No Cooldown for Love – Rock Falls Read Online Aliyah Burke

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
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“Don’t stop.” Two whispered words that tumbled from her mouth seconds before his lips were once again on her skin. Branding her.

Not ever.

Lower he moved, leaning her back yet supporting her with the strength of his arms. He rubbed against her breasts and she gasped. Sparks of awareness shot through her, making her tremble even more.

Head back, she sank her teeth into her lower lip, not even attempting to stifle her moan. Then her world shattered. He took one nipple in his mouth, shirt and all. Synapses on overload, purely from that one move, she wriggled on his lap. A louder, lower growl escaped his mouth, vibrating the hypersensitive tip.

How was it her body was set to go up in flames already? Shifting her hips against him, she opened her mouth to say something but only a small purr came out. He fisted his hands in her top and drew it tight around her chest, mouth never leaving the breast he focused on.

Hands grasping at air, she finally gripped his shoulders and held on as he moved from left to right, giving both his undivided attention. Brain scrambled, all she could do was enjoy and revel in the experience of his touch, his caress, his highly intense focus.

“Hope,” he growled out seconds before his mouth was on hers, giving her the breath she’d lost. Then, just as fast, he stole it again.

But was it really stealing if she wasn’t arguing that he could have it? She didn’t think so. Then normal thoughts stopped.

This man kissed her in a way she’d never been kissed before. His strong arms banded around her, anchoring her to his unyielding, powerful form. Mitchell dominated her mouth, tasting her like a man in the desert did water, desperate and all-consuming. Scoring her fingers down his chest, she wound her arms around him again, seeking and finding his hot skin beneath his shirt.

Her emotions were out of control and she wasn’t processing them fast enough. And faster still, he switched their positions, placing her on the bed below him, like she didn’t weigh more than a feather. His hardness dug into her as she instinctively widened her legs to cradle him there.

“Still with me, Flykra?”

He punctuated his question by squeezing her ass.

“Yes!” Her affirmation spilled from her lips in a gasp.

That was all the time she had to provide an answer because he took her mouth again in a show of dominance that made her long to submit to anything he wished, so long as he didn’t stop touching her.

Like before, he moved down along her chin and his rough stubble rasped the skin of her throat, only adding to the sensations she was now hyperaware of moving in her body. His fingertips brushed her hip then dipped inside the sweats below her panties.

She sucked a sharp breath and he was there. Again. Over her.

“Yes?”

Hope wanted him more than anything. She stabbed her fingers into the unruly hair on his head. “Yes.”

His smile was wicked. “Good.” He squeezed harder and she whimpered as he ground his erection into her while he returned to kissing.

Her nose overflowed with his scent, their combined faint hint of sweat, and her arousal. Mitchell put them nose to nose, took a deep breath, and inched down after brushing one lingering kiss on her mouth. He pushed up her shirt and helped her remove it before swearing.

“Christ, you’re beautiful.”

Hope felt it. Sure, she’d had self-esteem issues in the past—who didn’t? Now she was comfortable with her weight, but something about Mitchell’s tone and the hitch in his voice, combined with the way he paused as he stared at her, made her truly feel it.

“There’s not enough time for what I want to do to you, Hope Roman.” He ran his hands down her chest, swiping his thumbs over her taut nipples before skimming down over her rounded belly to her waist and the top of the pants she still wore. “I want you naked. Beneath me. Above me. Beside me. I know you said yes, but I’m asking once more, just to be sure.”

She couldn’t reach his shoulders, not with him sitting up. She could, however, touch his wrists, thick and strong, so she curved her fingers around them. “Yes, to all of that, Mitchell.”

He slipped his thumbs in her waistband and licked his lips. “Then lift your hips for me, baby, because you’re wearing too many goddamn clothes.”

Chapter Thirteen

Mitchell inched his way to the edge of the bed, bringing her pants and panties with him. Eyes trained on the woman lying on the bed, her bare skin becoming exposed inch by torturous inch to his gaze, he nearly slipped off the mattress. Feet on the floor, he drew her clothing over her knees, pausing to place kisses on the inside of each one.


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