Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
I watch, mesmerized, as he leans back slightly, letting Koda nip at his fingers playfully. A low chuckle escapes his lips, and it's like a melody washing over me. In that moment, he steals a little piece of my heart.
I stand there, caught in the beauty of the tender moment between the bossy mountain man and my tiny dog. The way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he laughs, the way his muscles shift under his shirt as he moves with such effortless grace—it's like witnessing a masterpiece come to life.
Caleb finally looks up from Koda, and our eyes lock. There's a heat in his gaze that sends shivers down my spine, making me acutely aware of every inch of my body. Time seems to stand still as we just stare at each other, the air thick with unspoken desire.
Does he have any idea how much I want him?
My cheeks flush as a wave of intense attraction washes over me. It's like a magnetic pull drawing me closer to him despite all the reasons I've tried to keep us apart. His rough exterior belies the tenderness I see in his eyes now, and it's a potent combination that ignites something primal within me.
Without even thinking about it, I rip my shirt off over my head, dropping it to the floor.
"Jesus fucking Christ," he growls, dropping Koda's toy.
Koda senses his distraction and steals the toy before running off with it. Caleb doesn't even notice.
"This doesn't look like you want to drown me under the crawlspace, Sunshine," he says, hauling himself to his feet.
"No." I take a step toward him, my eyes locked on his face. "I guess I don't."
"What do you want?" He prowls toward me, his eyes dark. "Be real clear, baby. Because once I get my hands on you, you're going to have to pry them off."
"Caleb?" My voice shakes as I cross the few feet separating us, pressing my body to his. "Put your hands all over me."
"Fuck me." He gently traces one rough fingertip along my collarbone, then down to the base of my bra. His free hand reaches up to cup my face gently, his fingers brushing against my cheekbone and jawline before sliding into my hair. His voice is raw as he asks, "Are you sure?"
My eyes flutter at his touch, savoring the sensation of his calloused fingertips on my skin. I nod against his hand. "I'm sure."
His lips brush against mine gently at first—just a featherlight touch—but it's enough to send shivers through me. The kiss deepens quickly as we sink into it completely, our tongues dancing together in a hot tangle of desire. Our hands explore with increasing boldness: tracing every curve and ridge of muscle until we're both desperate for more contact.
His large hands roam over my body with clear desire, pulling me closer to him, his palms splayed across my back, the heat from his skin searing my body.
I breathe in sharply as he dives deeper into the kiss, his tongue swirling against mine. For a moment, I lose myself in the passion and need pouring off him in waves. His scent is addictive, earthy like freshly—cut wood and masculine musk, wreaking havoc on my senses. The sound of our heavy breathing fills the room as we press against each other, hearts pounding in unison.
My hands slide down to his waistband, my fingers gliding over his erection. He groans against my lips as I touch him, exploring him through his pants.
"Christ, Sunshine. That little hand is driving me fucking crazy."
"That's kind of the point," I mumble against his lips.
With swift movements, he picks me up bridal style. We land on the couch with a soft thud.
He trails hot kisses along my neck and shoulders while I arch into him, feeling the stiff lace of my bra rubbing against my sensitive nipples. Every touch from him sends shockwaves through my system as he holds me down gently but firmly on the couch while continuing to explore my body with his mouth and hands.
I moan into his warm skin as he bites lightly at my earlobe then nibbles down my neck towards that deliciously sensitive spot between collarbone and breastbone. Every time he touches it, I feel it in my core.
"You taste so fucking good," he whispers against my skin before licking a trail along it while dragging the cups of my bra down.
His lips slide down my collarbone, his stubble scratching my skin lightly. I gasp as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue and teeth. It feels so good—a mix of pain and pleasure that makes me moan. His hand leaves its place on my hip to cup my opposite breast, squeezing gently. He groans into my skin, eyes closed in ecstasy.