Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
His eyes locked on me, as he seemed to hang on every word out of my mouth, made it hard to make sense. I was getting flustered.
“Why don’t you tell me what it is you’re reading into?” he urged. There was a flicker of amusement in his expression, but he didn’t smile.
I shook my head. “No. It’s—I’m not saying any of this right. Just forget it.”
He squeezed my bottom. “Oh, no. You aren’t stopping now.”
I sighed. “Fine. I have never just had sex with a guy. I was always in a relationship. There were feelings involved. We were together. Committed. I don’t know how to tell the difference between that and no-strings-attached sex. You…you confuse me with all your sweet words and the way you look at me. I start to believe there is more than just the sex we’ve yet to have, and when I’ve convinced myself that I am wrong, that I’m reading too much into it, you do something like this,” I said. “Kiss me like you can’t get enough and tell me you missed me. Because until the other night, we had been…well, nothing. You were in my fantasies only.”
When I stopped—afraid if I kept talking, I would embarrass myself—he leaned in, and his teeth grazed my earlobe, causing my nipples to pebble. “Are you done?” he asked in a low, raspy whisper.
I nodded, and he pulled back to meet my gaze.
“We were something before the other night. We’d been something for two months, and this won’t ever be just sex. Not with you. I’ve never taken it slow with a female in my life because I have never cared to find out anything about her. With you, I can’t seem to get enough. I want to know every fucking detail. What you’re thinking, what it is you need, what you want, what makes you smile, what makes those gorgeous eyes of yours fucking twinkle,” he said as he tucked hair behind my ear.
“I don’t say shit I don’t mean. I’m blunt. We have a beginning that isn’t pleasant, and if I let myself think about what I did to you, I start to get edgy and unhinged. The idea of it makes me want to rage and break shit.”
He moved his hand up to cup the side of my face. “I wanted to give you time to see past that guy. The one I was. The man that didn’t know you. That hadn’t spent time with you. Heard how musical your laugh was or been weakened by your smile.
“I hadn’t been prepared for how strong the pull would be when our eyes locked at that festival. I realized then that I couldn’t give you any more time. I wasn’t going to be able to stay away.”
His thumb gently caressed my cheek. “I’m not a good guy. I do things that you wouldn’t like. I live a life that is hard for many to accept. There is a dark side to me that’s levels in hell worse than what you saw of me in that basement. But it won’t touch you. All I want to do is protect you and fuck you as much as I possibly can.”
I let out a surprised laugh, and he smirked.
“I lay myself bare like that, and you laugh?” There was a teasing tone in his husky voice.
“The fuck part,” I said. “It was unexpected.”
He dropped his gaze, then lifted it back up, looking at me through those lashes of his. “The long, hard thing in my jeans pressing against your cunt right now is my cock, darlin’.”
I laughed again. I felt light. The heavy ache I’d been carrying around earlier was gone. I couldn’t remember being happier. He liked me. He had feelings for me. I had made the sexy playboy feel something.
“Are you clear now? This isn’t a fling. Your pretty legs only spread for me. Understood?”
Oh sweet Lord. Yes, please.
I nodded.
“Don’t flirt with anyone either or allow them to get too close to you. It will end badly.”
“End badly?”
His expression went dark. No trace of a teasing glint in his eyes. “That’s not a joke, Winslet,” he said, jerking me forward and rocking his rigid length against me. “Don’t make me do something that would upset you.”
My hands grabbed his biceps as he pressed into me again. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. I was one hundred percent positive that I could forgive him anything. That was a weakness I just had to accept.
“This is mine,” he growled out, his fingers digging into the plump flesh and squeezing.
I nodded. I’d agree to anything when he looked at me like that. I wanted to be his. I had never felt as if I belonged to anyone. And I wanted to belong to him.
His mouth came down to cover mine, causing me to moan with pleasure, need, the ache only he caused. He kissed me hard and deep, flicking the metal expertly. He made the world fade away until there was nothing but us.