Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
CHAPTER 14
Clara
Riggs hangs up without another word, and I still the movements of my hands. I should be disappointed in myself for being so damn wet between my thighs, but I can’t help it when it comes to him.
“Take your hand off my pussy, Clara.”
His? Holy shit. Did he actually say that to me? He did, and the gush of my arousal around my fingers proves how much his words affected me.
“If you’re going to come in my bed, it’ll be from the pleasure I give you.”
I didn’t make that up or dream it. I heard it, and I don’t think I’ll ever forget his words. I’m breathing hard, my body so tight, I feel as if my skin may rip at any moment. My heart is slamming inside my chest, my ribs aching from how my heart is trying to escape.
He’s coming home.
To me.
Thank God.
A bubble of laughter leaves my lips as I wiggle in the bed. I don’t care that he has cameras; it’s understandable, especially when he has different people watching his dogs. But it pissed me off that he didn’t tell me. When I’d realized he’d watched me in the bedroom, gone was my anger, replaced by pure lust. I know that’s a little cuckoo, but knowing he watched me come undone thrills me beyond belief. I’ve spent the last two days wondering why he didn’t want me. Why he felt I was so bad for his health. But truth be told, he wouldn’t watch me if he didn’t want me. I mean, he could—he’s a man with needs. But there was something in his voice that has me trembling with excitement.
Game on.
I hear his truck first, and my heart rattles in my chest as the anticipation burns through me. The dogs take off out of the room, barking and whining since they know he’s home. I squeeze my thighs together as the front door slams into the wall, shaking the cabin before I hear his voice.
“There are my boys.”
I hop out of his bed and enter the living room to see him crouched down to greet the dogs.
“Look, boys. Daddy is home,” I say softly, almost teasingly.
He jerks his gaze up to mine, and I’m breathless at the sight of him. His hair is a mess, as if he’s been running his fingers through it. His pupils are blown out, full of lust and promises of things I’m unsure if I’m ready for. He wears a pair of dark slacks with an orange button-down that has the first few buttons open. With his eyes trained on me, he kisses the dogs’ muzzles, even Darcy’s, before he stands to his full height.
I trail my eyes down his body and stop where I can see the clear outline of his cock straining against the thin fabric of his slacks.
God, he’s stunning.
“Hands on the counter, baby girl.”
My brow arches. “Baby girl? What happened to lass?”
His jaw tightens. “Things have changed.”
“Have they?”
“Yes,” he bites out, and then he nods to the counter. “Hands on the counter.”
I don’t even realize I’m shaking like a leaf until I have to move my limbs and do what he says. I lean my palms on the counter, and like the horny little slut I am, I arch my back, my cheeks peeking out from below my T-shirt. I wiggle my ass, and an appreciative groan bursts out of him, leaving heat to gather low in my belly. He comes toward me, his heavy footsteps sending jolts of pleasure straight to my pussy with each step he takes. With his eyes trained on me, he approaches the side of the counter before he takes the edge of the granite top in his hands. His knuckles are white as he drinks in my body, and I feel each glide of his gaze on my skin as if he is actually touching me.
He has me feeling like butter in a hot skillet with just one look.
The want, the anticipation, the excitement are suffocating me, and I want more.
Him. I want him.
Riggs swallows hard, bringing his eyes back to mine. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the camera,” he says, his voice gruff and so deep.
“You should have.”
“You’re right,” he agrees, and he squeezes the granite countertop. “I didn’t want to embarrass you.”
“I’m not embarrassed,” I breathe out, and my statement awards me a little pull of his lips at one side. My thighs tremble as I stay locked under his gaze. “Did you enjoy what you saw?”
He chuckles, the sound so devilish, I could come to the sound of it. “There are no words to describe how much I enjoyed it.” My breath catches, my pussy weeping for this man. “But from now on, you’ll only come for me.”
“Is that right?” I ask, and I know a challenge is burning in my eyes.