Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“Typical night,” she managed to state, even as her breathing kicked up and her heart pounded faster.
“The men and women you work with respect you.”
He neared and she longed to rub along him like a cat would. Wind around him and see how loud he could make her purr.
Christ, if he affected her like this after having gone through what he had, how would he have been perfectly healthy?
“I know what I’m doing.” Her comment wasn’t to brag it was matter of fact. “I’ve been doing it a long time.”
“I have no doubt.” Closer still, filling her nose with his heady masculine scent. John braced his hands on the door behind one, on either side of her head, boxing her in.
What a nice place to be trapped. Between him and something hard that could take him fucking me.
She prayed that was a thought she’d kept to herself. His eyes had darkened and swirled with passion and heat as they bore into her. He dipped his head and a lock of hair fell over one eye, partially blocking her view of it.
“I’m not sure what it is you’re doing to me, Leena Parsons.” His words were rumbled and reminded her of dark, decadent sex.
“I’m just standing here.”
“Like I’m sure your dogs are watching trying to ascertain if I’m a threat or not. I have you boxed in. Will they bite me?”
“I’m sure it’s not fear they are scenting coming from me.” Between her legs, slick and needy for his touch. Her breasts were swollen and overly sensitive. It wouldn’t take much to set her off. She reached out to place her hands on his chest, initiating the skin contact between them.
His groan slammed into her and tore at the remaining layer of control surrounding her. Firm muscles beneath her fingertips twitched as she skimmed his torso.
“I’ve thought about you all damn day since that kiss. Before then, but especially after.”
His confession was music to her ears, especially given how much time she’d been thinking about him since he arrived in her life.
“Same here,” she admitted, lowering her gaze to follow the path her hands were taking. “Do you hurt?” She lightly brushed over one of the burn marks on his pectoral. It looked like someone had taken a curling iron to his skin burning him.
“Yes.”
She jerked her hands back only to lift her gaze when he captured her wrists and placed her palms back on his chest.
“Not from the wounds.” He pressed closer. “Don’t stop.”
She listened, not wanting to halt in her exploration. Leena had no illusions that this man wasn’t dangerous but right now, she didn’t give a damn. Her body had made its demands clear and she was going to listen. If there were regrets, she would deal later.
“Do you have protection?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered immediately, hands circling lower over the marred six-pack he had. Whatever he’d gone through had taken some of his strength, but the man wasn’t lacking in any regardless. “I have plenty.”
“I hope so.” His nose flared as she worked her way along the waistband of his pants.
Turning her hand, she slid it down the inside of his jeans. The heat from his body seeped into her and she moaned herself. The smooth cotton of his boxer briefs a different feel than the hair that she’d followed down beyond the button.
The ridge there, blatant and hard, had her pussy clenching with a wanton need she’d never experienced before. She squeezed him once, eliciting a deep guttural sound from the man before her.
“Leena,” he warned.
Then again, perhaps it’s a promise.
With her left hand, she undid the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper. The house had fallen silent except for the exchange between the two of them. Outside the wind howled as it picked up in speed, but there, in her warm house, they moved at their own speed.
Leena pushed the denim over lean hips and never took her eyes from the outline of his cock in the dark blue material. He kicked them away but didn’t move from her touch. With a flick of her tongue along her lips, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic of the final article of clothing keeping her from her prize.
Yes, this is my prize. I want this. I want him.
His tense body was right there for her. She pushed down the last barrier and whimpered as his dick bobbed free from its confinement. Thick and long, the large mushroom head shone with the pearlescent proof of his pre-cum.
Curling her hand around him, her eyes fluttered.
“Fuck,” he mumbled, hips bucking, pushing him further into her palm.
She stroked him at her own leisure. Using her thumb of her free hand to wipe the moisture from the tip, she tipped her head up and met his gaze while sucking it clean. His eyes were so dark they appeared black.