Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“Do you want something to drink?” I ask Palmer as we make our way into the house from the garage. I went ahead and pulled my truck inside. I don’t need any of my brothers stopping by to annoy me. I don’t want anything to come between us tonight.
“No, thank you.”
She’s stiff, and that worries me. Dropping my keys to the counter, I pull her into my arms. Mine are wrapped around her in an embrace. I hug her until I feel her body relax into mine. “We don’t have to do this, Palmer.” I’ll be disappointed, but I’d never force her.
She tilts her head back to look at me. “I want to.”
I study her, looking for anything other than the absolute truth in her eyes, but find nothing. I want to lift her to the counter and devour her, play out one of my many fantasies where she’s concerned, but this is our first experience with this new benefits plan we’ve agreed to. I think my bed is the best place for us to start. Not to mention, I’ve lain awake for more hours than I care to admit wishing she lay there with me.
My bed it is.
“This way,” I murmur. I offer her my hand, and she takes it without hesitation and allows me to lead her down the hall to my room. Pushing open the door, I guide her inside. The moon is bright tonight, giving off a light glow. Enough that I can see her but not make her uncomfortable. This is an all-new version of Palmer. It’s one that I’m not used to. She’s usually more forward with what she’s feeling.
I wrap my arms around her again, and she does the same. She’s no longer stiff, and that’s a win in my book. “You hold all the control here, Palmer. If you want to stop, or hell, not even start, that’s your call.”
“Always the gentleman, Brooks Kincaid.” Her tone is light and teasing and more like the Palmer I know.
“If you could read my thoughts right now, you might not consider me so gentlemanly,” I say, my voice gruff.
“You might be thinking dirty thoughts, but you’d never cross a line I wasn’t willing to cross. If I didn’t believe that with all that I am, I wouldn’t be standing here with you right now, wondering when you’re going to make your move.”
There she is.
Slowly, I slide my hands up her back and beneath her long hair. Gently, I grip her neck, bringing her closer. “Can I kiss you?” I whisper the words, my lips barely a breath from hers.
“Finally,” she mutters.
A deep rumble of a laugh escapes my chest as I press my lips to hers, tasting her for the first time. Her lips are as soft as I imagined them to be and even sweeter. I trace at them with my tongue, asking for entrance that she quickly grants. Her tongue glides against mine as the taste of alcohol and something that is uniquely Palmer assaults my senses.
I can’t get enough.
Removing my hand from the back of her neck, I trail my fingers down her arms. I gently grasp her wrists and place them around my neck. “Hold on.” She does as I ask and squeals in surprise when I grip the backs of her thighs and lift her into my arms. On instinct, she wraps her legs around my waist. She rocks her hips, and the sound of “Oh, God” falling from her sweet lips has me barely maintaining control.
My feet begin to move. When her back is pressed against the wall, I fuse my lips with hers and kiss her as if I’ll never get another chance to do so, and honestly, I’m not sure if I will. I hope like hell I do, but just in case, if tonight is it, I’m going to make it one to remember for both of us.
Her hands are buried in my hair, and her legs are locked around my waist. When she rolls her hips, rocking her pussy over my cock, we both groan at the contact. “I want you.” Her confession is whispered between her pants of breath.
“We’ll get there,” I tell her, trailing kisses down her neck.
“Why wait?” She tilts her head to the side, giving my lips room to roam.
“This all started for a specific reason,” I remind her.
“We can work our way up to that.”
“Beautiful, there’s something you need to know about me. You come first. Always.” She emits a whine, and I’m pretty sure it’s of protest.
“Where are these skills you were boasting about, Kincaid?”
“You sure this is what you want? Once I taste your pussy, there’s no erasing that. No take backs.”
“We’ve already agreed to the terms, Brooks. I’m here in your room, grinding on your dick, and you’re trying to what? Change my mind?”