Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 138683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
I pushed to standing.
Energy flashed.
I set my palm over the erratic thunder of his heart.
“And whoever you are in the darkest places in here? Whatever you’ve done? Whatever you’re prepared to do? I’ll stand by him, too.”
“That guy’s not good, baby.” He gathered my hand and kissed across my knuckles, his breaths shallow and hard.
I pushed up higher. My fingertips traipsed into his beard. “But I still want that guy to be mine.”
“I want to give you the entire fuckin’ world, Tessa.”
“How about you just give me you?”
“Is that what you want, Little Dove? You want this? You want this mess?”
Everything about him darkened and slowed.
Energy crackled.
Pinpricks of light.
Every part of us knew this was it. Milo and I were no longer at a precipice. We’d pushed ourselves to the edge and there was no place to go but over.
Our only choice was to fall into each other’s arms.
And I’d gladly, recklessly fall into his.
“Yes. I want it all.”
“If I have you, you’re mine.” The words came as possession as they cut from his mouth.
A claim.
A call.
“I already am,” I whispered.
I had no time to even anticipate it before his lips captured mine in a savage kiss, his mouth hot and his tongue demanding.
He fisted a hand in my hair, and he angled my head to the side so he could devour my mouth. His other hand splayed wide, riding down my spine until he was cupping one side of my ass.
He squeezed and kneaded before he tugged me closer, up against the rigid expanse of his gorgeous body.
I yelped a tiny sound that was driven by lust.
By this cloud of desire that filled the room.
Disorienting.
Bewildering.
Empowering.
The roiling heat combusted, his kiss, his touch, the room consumed in flames.
He touched me everywhere, palms impassioned as they glided up my back, running around my sides, pushing up between us until he was palming my breast as he continued to kiss me. Never letting go of my mouth while he worked every inch of me into a frenzy.
A blaze erupted in my insides.
A flashfire that seared across the surface of my skin. Rising up and pouring out from that sacred place that’d cried out to be set free. To find the place where I trusted fully. Where there was no question. No ulterior.
Just pure desire.
My desire for him and his desire for me.
A low, throaty moan reverberated from Milo’s chest as he pulled me closer, and he slipped his hand under my dress. He lifted me by the bottom into his arms and ground me against him.
I burned.
Begged.
“Milo, please.”
“You think I’m not going to take care of you? You think I don’t know what you need or how to give it to you? I’m going to own you. This sweet body that I’ve been dying to get lost in.”
“Do it now.” I almost whined it as I rubbed myself all over him, my core throbbing, this desire so intense he was the only breath I could find.
A rough chuckle skated free, dripping from his tongue and sliding into me, his tongue stroking slow as he murmured, “Are you eager, sweetness?”
I clawed at his shoulders. “I need this. I’ve never felt this way, Milo.”
“And now you’re mine, and I plan on havin’ you feel this way forever,” he rumbled.
Oh, holy mother.
I was not going to make it.
Especially when he shifted me in his hold, keeping me writhing against him with one hand while he dragged the zipper of my dress down with the other.
And they said men couldn’t multitask.
He somehow peeled me out of my dress without setting me on my feet, leaving me in only my underwear and heels, while I was ripping at the buttons of his shirt.
Our kisses barely broke long enough to tear our clothes from our bodies.
Relief whooshed from my lungs when his chest was finally bare, his shoulders so wide and his pecs so big and hard, and God, was this man beautiful.
I crushed myself to his magnificent body, rubbing my boobs against him because I really needed the friction.
Needed it everywhere.
Had to sate this burn.
“Tiny Tease,” he rumbled at my mouth.
“No teasing to it, Milo. This is real. It’s real,” I rushed back.
Every inch of him tensed, and I thought he was going to withdraw again, but instead, he was laying me out on his bed, his gaze devouring me as he went.
“So fucking gorgeous.” It was a grunt of lust. “What I’m going to do to you. The pleasure I’m going to bring you. Again and again.”
My hips bucked in an emphatic, yes, please.
He never looked away as he toed off his shoes, then he was shrugging the rest of the way out of his pants and underwear, and I was dying all over again at the sight of Milo completely bare.
My eyes raced to take him in.