Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
He pressed his big body against hers, chest to chest, thigh to thigh. And he was still so hard, his erection digging into her belly… because he was grinding against her. His expression held an almost angry cast. The pounding music faded away until the only thing she could hear was their combined breathing.
She closed her eyes, unable to stop herself, unable to help herself and the turbulent emotions and sensations claiming her.
“Look at me, Mary.” His voice was deep and low, and although she shouldn’t have been able to hear him so clearly over the club music, his voice filtered around her… in her. “Look at me, Mary.” It was the tone of his voice—cold and harsh—that cut the haze of her arousal.
His voice was so controlling, so demanding, that all she could picture was surrendering herself to him. And when she finally did open her eyes, a little moan of need and frustration left her. Their faces were so close… his mouth so close to hers.
Kiss me. God, kiss me.
But he didn’t, just skimmed his lips along her jawline until his mouth was right by her ear. “Tell me what you fucking see when you look at me.”
Mary let her eyes close again as his warm breath, smelling like the beer he’d drank, brushed along her cheek and the shell of her ear.
She opened her eyes and tried to remind herself to breathe normally. “I…” Her mouth was suddenly so damn dry. “I don’t know what you mean.” Maybe if she wasn’t buzzed off of the smell and feel of Alex and the drinks she’d consumed, she might have been more conscious of what he was trying to get at.
His chuckle was deep and low, and sent all sorts of delicious tingles throughout her body.
“You know what I mean, baby.” The endearment didn’t sound sweet coming from him, and coupled with his chuckle, it almost sounded obscene. And God, that made her wetter. “You think you want me, but nah, you really don’t. Not really, isn’t that right, Mary?”
Confusion at his words was pretty thick in her, because she knew what she wanted. Alex. Maybe it was the fact he didn’t really want her? He was a playboy, wasn’t he? Rumors had it that he could get anyone he wanted. She was a wallflower. Why would he really, truly want her?
Defeat settled inside of her, but before she could push him away, Alex was leaning back so he could stare into her eyes.
He was silent for long seconds, just staring at her, this little smirk on his face that was far too sexy for his own good, and hers. “Do you feel how hard I am for you, Mary?”
The way he said her name was so hot, so heated, that she could have had an orgasm from that alone. He ground himself against her over and over, causing more wetness to spill from between her thighs until she started to feel it slip down her inner thighs.
“Answer me.” The way he phrased those two words was so dominant, like he expected compliance immediately.
She licked her lips and nodded.
“No,” he said, and smirked wider. “I want to hear you say the words.”
God, what was wrong with him? Did he get off on this, embarrassing her further by hearing her say something that would make things more awkward?
“Yes,” she said through gritted teeth, her annoyance rising because it was clear he was enjoying this and not in the way she was. “I feel you, Alex.”
He said nothing, but he did briefly close his eyes, and she heard him groan softly. He opened his eyes and said, “I should have let you go, should have turned you away.” His expression became serious. “But you need to know something. Make no mistake that I want you, Mary.” He emphasized his point by grinding his dick into her, again. “I want you really fucking badly that it’s been eating me alive.”
He felt so hard, so big, that she had no doubts he knew exactly how to use the heavy length between his thighs. He moved his hands, which had been on the wall on either side of her head, until he was cupping her hips, his touch like liquid fire.
He leaned forward again so his mouth was by her ear, and the gentle, almost erotic feel of his lips pressed to the shell, an erogenous zone she hadn’t known she possessed, lit her on fire. “I bet you’re so fucking wet for me right now, aren’t you?”
God, she was. But she wouldn’t admit it. His coarse words pointing it out should have offended her, but all it did was make her want more of them.
“If I slipped my hand between your legs, would you let me?” He was so cocky, but so right on everything he said.