Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
I took her back through the clubhouse, until we stopped at her door. She looked up at me with those pale blue eyes of hers, and I was fucking lost. “Don’t look at me like that, honey.”
She blinked rapidly and looked away, only to glance at me again. I liked to think it was because she couldn’t take her eyes off me, but she was probably making sure I didn’t pounce on her like I probably looked ready to do.
“I don’t understand. How am I looking at you?”
“Like you want me to claim you. Make you mine.” She shook her head slightly, but her eyes widened, and her lips parted. “Yeah, baby. I think that’s exactly what you want.”
I took the plate, balancing it in one hand. With my free hand, I gripped the back of her neck and pulled her to me. Her hands landed on my chest. Instead of pushing me away, her fingers curled into my shirt and bunched the material in her fists. With a groan, I brought my mouth to hers, sweeping my tongue inside as she whispered, “Sweet Jesus…” like a plea. Maybe she was praying for deliverance. If she was, her actions belied her prayers. Because, God above, the woman kissed me back like she’d been waiting her whole life for this kiss. I wanted to howl with the rightness of it. I also knew without question Winter would be mine.
She was sweet. Like morning dew warmed by the first rays of sunlight. Her hunger mirrored my own, though she was tentative. The longer I kissed her, the more she let herself go. God, I wanted to see what she would be like once she unleashed the pent-up passion inside her! Winter was a powder keg waiting for the right man to make her explode. Though I hadn’t been sure at first, I knew in my heart I was that man. Her man. She was still fragile and probably wasn’t ready to take me on, but I could get her there. I was sure there were things I needed to know about her past, but I was a patient man when I wanted something badly enough. And I wanted Winter with every fiber of my being.
Very gently, I ended the kiss, wrapping my arm around her shoulders instead of gripping her nape to hold her steady. I pulled her to me and let her cling while we both caught our breath. I could feel her trembling, but she still clung to my shirt. One arm slid up my chest to hook around my neck, and I breathed a sigh of relief. She was accepting me. At least for the moment.
“You good, baby?”
She didn’t speak, but nodded, still clinging to me. I kissed the top of her head before resting my chin there and held her for long moments. Finally, she pushed away and turned to open the door to her and Serelda’s room.
“Thank you, Roman.” She didn’t look at me. “For everything.”
“You have my number in your phone?”
She nodded.
“I want you to text me. Or call. If you need anything. If you want to talk.”
She turned to look at me over her shoulder. “Do you really mean that?”
“I do, Winter. I expect it. I find out you needed something -- anything -- and didn’t call me, I’ll be pissed. You get lonely or wake up in the night and can’t go back to sleep, I expect a call.”
She glanced over my shoulder. “Are you going back to the party?”
I held her gaze. “I’ll be there with Sting and Iris. Maybe Brick. No one else. You want to join me, you’re always welcome.”
Again, she looked over my shoulder before ducking her head. I glanced behind me where a club whore had draped herself lazily against the wall two doors down from us. It was obvious she was waiting on me to leave Winter so she could approach me. Yeah, it was going to take some time for the whores to get the message. I didn’t blame them. It was what they were here for. To provide sex to the men. They were chosen specifically for that purpose. They kept the club members satisfied when they were called upon, and they entertained any guests we invited over. Especially if there was business involved. A little bit of playing always made for smoother deals. I’d taken my fill from time to time, but never again. It often made for competition amongst the women. Each of them had men they enjoyed or wanted for themselves. They never landed a brother for more than a night or two at a time, but it didn’t prevent them from trying. Besides, Sting was the only one of us with a woman. Warlock had had Bev, but that was it. And they were both gone now. The whores hadn’t adapted to the new surroundings yet. They would.