Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
The soothing sound of the ocean waves on this gorgeous night changed my course of direction, and my feet—who seemed to have a mind of their own—headed toward the edge of my property and onto the white sand beach.
The days were still long, but the sun had started its descent, creating a splash of oranges, yellows, pinks, and blues in the sky and on the water. It was gorgeous. Even at this time of the day, the beaches around here could be busy and crowded, but one of the reasons I’d purchased this property was because the beachfront wasn’t a popular spot, especially since there wasn’t any parking for visitors. Other than my neighbors, I usually only spotted locals.
As I wandered farther down toward the water, I noticed a figure approaching. As they came closer, I realized it was a woman, and my eyes surveyed her body. Instantly, I was hard as a rock, and my hands felt itchy.
Fucking hell. I hadn’t had this reaction to a woman in…ever. I’d never felt so obsessed in a matter of seconds. Pink flip-flops dangled from her fingers, and her hips swayed seductively as she practically glided through the sand. They were wide and mouthwatering, perfect for breeding.
I stopped short and shook my head, trying to clear away that extreme and wholly unexpected thought. That was crazy…wasn’t it? Who thought about knocking up a woman they’d barely glimpsed?
You do, apparently.
I tried to forget the tug of war with the inner caveman who had suddenly surfaced and returned my attention to observing the beauty coming closer. Her hair was long, straight, and brown, a few shades darker than mine, and it swayed gently in the wind. She was looking out at the horizon, but I could still see that she had a heart-shaped face with plump lips that every woman in the Hamptons was probably coveting.
She had on a pink T-shirt with something I couldn’t make out written on it, but there was no hiding her spectacular rack. The high, round globes strained against the thin material, and I imagined it wouldn’t take much to see her nipples poking through the fabric.
Her ripped jean shorts—which were entirely too short to be seen by anyone but me—hung low enough to expose a slice of skin beneath her top. I was stunned when I realized that those little glimpses of her belly button made me even harder.
At six foot five, I would tower over her, even though she was average height. And her legs…they were sexy as fuck. I was close to exploding when I pictured them wrapped around my waist—or head.
I loved how curvy she was, a little thick, and not stick skinny like so many of the women who tried to throw themselves at me. All those sharp angles seemed like they’d be dangerous in bed. Besides that, there hadn’t been anyone who’d attracted my interest in a long, long time. Another reason I was astounded by my reaction to this stranger with the perfect body for making babies. I could almost feel her curled up next to me like a cuddly little kitten.
A niggling voice told me to turn around and walk away before I scared the shit out of this poor woman with my sudden need to procreate. But it was too late. The obsession had taken hold, and there was no fucking way I could leave.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her, and when she finally looked in my direction, my breath caught in my lungs at the sight of pretty green eyes. Her steps faltered for a moment, but a streak of satisfaction shot through me when she continued straight toward me as if pulled by some unseen force.
As she approached, her eyes swept over me, and I tried not to preen like a damn peacock. What the hell was wrong with me?
I wasn’t vain, but I also wasn’t oblivious to the fact that women found me attractive. I was tall and sculpted from years of boxing. I’d competed in my youth but just used it as a workout now. My brown hair was a little long on top, with hints of silver threading through it. I had dark brown eyes rimmed with long, black lashes and a full beard and mustache that I kept trimmed close to the skin peppered with a little more gray than my hair. Even the small bump in my nose from having it broken one too many times in my competition days was listed among my attractive traits, according to several magazines who’d done spreads on me.
I hadn’t given a flying fuck what anyone thought about my looks until now. The appreciation glowing in her eyes when they returned to my face made me smile, but when she was only a few feet away, I got a truly good look at her. She was young. I wasn’t sure how old, but despite her womanly body, she was definitely too fucking young for me.