Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
“They’re running,” a deep voice announced, and the tension visibly ebbed from the men in front of her.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
Everyone shifted, moving their guns down to their sides as they turned around. Ivy saw Steele secure his handgun in the back waistband of his jeans.
“Do you always carry that?”
“Yes, Little girl. Let’s get you inside,” Steele answered evenly as he wrapped an arm around her while he dug a hand into his pocket to throw the closest man the key fob for her sedan.
“Wait! What’s going on? What happened to the van?” Ivy dragged her feet, trying to look back at the others until Steele scooped her up in his arms and carried her out the back door.
“Little girl.” Steele shook his head.
“What? I don’t understand. The van was following us?”
Steele remained silent as he opened the door to the clubhouse. The chatter of the few people inside ceased completely for a couple of seconds as he stalked through with Ivy cradled to his hard body. Their talk revived behind them as they entered the hall to the apartments.
Ivy pushed at Steele’s chest. “Let me down!”
He completely ignored her protest until he entered his space. Then Steele placed her feet on the floor and pulled her into his arms as his head lowered to capture her lips. The kiss set a fire within her instantly as he took absolute control of the exchange, stealing the breath from her lungs and the strength from her legs. Ivy curled her fingers into the fabric of his shirt and clung to his powerful form as the fierce kiss overtook her thoughts.
“No,” popped from her mouth when he lifted his mouth to step slightly away from her. Ivy bit her bottom lip in anticipation when Steele ripped her T-shirt over her head.
Air wrapped around her breasts, making her shiver. The heated desire in his gaze as it meshed with hers made her squeeze her thighs together. Her need skyrocketed as Steele unfastened her pants and thrust her jeans to the floor. Within minutes, she sat naked on the bed as he stripped inches away from her.
Focusing on every inch of the chiseled man's flesh as it appeared, Ivy dismissed his move to set the gun into the nightstand drawer. Steele leaned forward to yank free the laces of his battered work boots before toeing them off and stepping out of his jeans and boxers.
Ivy traced every muscle and groove in his form with her gaze. Steele was so comfortable in his skin, she loved to look at him. He stalked forward like a jungle cat on the hunt. She shivered at the thought that she was his prey.
He wrapped a massive hand around the back of her head and drew her lips forward to meet his. Ivy expected a savage kiss, but his lips wooed hers, nibbling and tasting as he explored her mouth. Encircling his neck with her arms, Ivy arched her back to plaster herself to his body. His heat radiated to warm her as he hugged her to him with a supportive arm around her back.
Slowly, he lowered her to the surface of the bed. Supporting his weight on one muscled forearm, Steele nipped at her lips before gentling his kisses once again. Unable to lie still, Ivy rubbed her pelvis against his, fully engaged in the seduction he lavished on her. Her focus so complete, her breath came hard and fast when he released her mouth to press fiery kisses to her jaw and the sensitive column of her neck.
Her eyes closed in utter bliss as his touch explored her, teasing and tantalizing a trail of arousal down the length of her body. His kisses followed leisurely, as if Steele had all the time in the world to taste her. She’d never been the complete focus of anyone’s attention. The world around them shrank to the edges of the bed that supported them as his mouth moved lower to taste the length of her collarbone.
Ivy threaded her fingers through his thick hair. Completely focused on the zings of pleasure his touch sent through her body, she squeezed her thighs together, feeling herself becoming wet and needy. “Please,” she whispered as his mouth hovered over her breast. His heated breath radiated to warm her skin, building her anticipation with each fraction of a second he delayed. Arching her back, Ivy thrust her chest upward to press against his lips.
“Daddy’s in charge, Little girl,” he growled against her breast.
She shivered at the dominant command in his voice. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered before exhaling in relief and excitement when he captured her nipple between his lips and rolled it tenderly.
“More, Daddy,” she begged and gasped as he nipped at the tight peak.
“Be careful what you ask for, Little girl.”
He trailed kisses and caresses on her skin, stopping frequently to taste her as if he had all the time in the world. She couldn’t wait for the next sensation as the anticipation grew inside her. When he moved between her thighs and settled on the floor, she held her breath. Would he kiss her there?