Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
When his tongue flicked my skin, my breath hitched and released on a low moan. One hand slid from my breast to my neck, forcing my head back for him to plant his face in the crook of my neck as his other hand slid down my stomach—under my onesie and into my panties, stopping just shy of my clit.
He sucked and bit the skin along my neck, and my hat fell to the floor with my boots and my stockings. If he didn’t hurry up and put those lips on mine, I was going to self-combust. After months of dreaming about that mouth on me, those veiny arms and hands possessing me … I needed to know if he tasted like the drug I imagined him to be.
Turning my neck as far as I could, his gaze locked with mine. Those intense eyes drowning in agony. Why did he always look at me like I was bad for him?
I didn’t stop long enough to ask. I lifted onto my toes and forced him to let me turn around. My fingers thrust into his hair as I took those lips.
When his tongue slid into my mouth, giving me a taste of perfection, like mint and beer and months of longing, I closed my eyes and lassoed that moment.
The moment I realized I’d kissed a million wrong people in my journey to him.
The moment I realized Slade Wylder would take me so completely I would never be the same.
The moment I knew he killed another human to save me.
Not a million bouquets of roses.
Not a ten-carat diamond.
Not a mansion in Malibu.
Nothing would ever mean more than that night behind the dumpster when he literally slayed the beast.
Lifting me up, he guided my legs around his waist and pressed my back to the door. Deepening the kiss, he found my hands and pressed them above my head, interlacing our fingers.
I devoured every inch of his minty-flavored mouth, humming my pleasure while breathing heavily through my nose as we twisted and turned our heads to explore each possible angle of the kiss.
My fingers went numb, squeezing his hands so hard, desperate to have him … all of him. As if he read my mind, he guided my arms around his neck and planted his hands on my ass before peeling my back from the door.
Our kiss broke and we paused—him holding me with my arms and legs wrapped around his body. A whisper of fear slithered up my spine. Would he overthink it and release me to the floor with a hard “go home?” I didn’t want that to happen. My heart wouldn’t survive the rejection at that point, so I ducked my head and kissed his neck, working my way up to suck and bite along his earlobe.
He gripped my ass harder and carried me upstairs, but just barely. When we reached the top, he laid me down, kneeling on the stairs while sliding my onesie and panties completely off.
“Wylder …” I clenched his hair when he kissed his way up my naked body. Arching my back, I writhed beneath him while clawing and yanking at the hem of his tee. He lifted his mouth from my breast long enough to shrug it off with one arm before sucking my nipple into his mouth and trapping it with his teeth until I hissed.
Who needed alcohol? Months without sex … months with Slade Wylder crawling under my skin … had me out of my mind.
Need.
Want.
Need.
Want.
I yanked his head from my chest to my mouth. The feast wasn’t over for me. As he hummed into the kiss, I wrapped my legs around his waist. He rested his body weight on a forearm while his other hand grabbed my ass and worked me over the bulge in his jeans.
My brain begged for his bed, but I couldn’t say it.
My other thoughts involved begging him to remove his pants and find a condom, but I couldn’t articulate those thoughts either.
With his tongue in my mouth, his chest brushing my nipples, and his erection stroking between my legs, all I could do was take what I wanted.
What I needed.
“Wylder …” My back bowed again as his mouth traveled along my jaw and down my neck. “I … I can’t wait,” I stammered through labored breaths.
His tongue retreated back up to my ear, flicking it before biting it. “Then don’t,” he whispered, gripping my ass tighter while stilling his pelvis as mine rocked slower but harder, my need spiraling past the point of no return.
As my eyes drifted shut, my jaw fell open, and the pleasure he gave claimed every inch of my body. Had it not felt so damn good, I might have been a bit embarrassed. With little effort, he hugged my body to his and carried me to the bedroom.