Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 150968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 150968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
I can see his bulge through the towel.
He slowly advances toward me. “You’re staring,” he croons teasingly. “And you’re not even trying to make it less obvious.”
I very much am staring.
I am sex deprived. The last time I had sex was…
With Grayson.
It’s been more than two years now. Sure, I’ve touched myself countless times, but it’s nothing compared to the real thing. Sweaty bodies tangled together, the grunts of pleasure, the obscene sounds of fucking…
It doesn’t equate to self-pleasure.
I crave physical intimacy as much as I need emotional intimacy. I guess that’s why one-night stands don’t work for me. While I get the physical aspects of it, it lacks the emotional connection that I desperately need.
Colton stalks toward me and I take an instinctive step back. He doesn’t allow me to get too far though. He steps forward, his much bigger body crowding into my personal space.
Until my back is pressed against the wall and there’s less than an inch of space separating us. My hands land on his bare chest, and we’re skin to skin. Colton leans his forearm against the wall, above my head. Caging me between the wall and his body.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
“Are you going to kiss me?” I question breathlessly. Because if he does, I know I won’t push him away. Not today.
This has been building between us for months now. The sexual tension I had tried so hard to ignore, but I can’t seem to do that right now. His intoxicating scent and warmth surround me. Every particle in me feels greedy for this moment.
“There’s a problem. If I kiss you, I won’t be able to stop,” Colton rasps, his warm breath fanning over my lips.
I move my fingers over his pectoral muscles, softly...teasingly. His body tenses and his bare chest rattles with a sharp inhale when my knuckle brushes over his nipple. It’s by accident, but his reaction has me suddenly feeling quite bold. “And what if I kiss you?”
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Our eyes lock, and I slowly rub my thumb over his nipple, feeling it tighten under my touch. His throat bobs with a hard swallow, and he releases a shuddering breath.
This man is…beautiful. In a rugged, masculine way.
Be still my beating heart.
I know I’m playing with fire.
And I’m about to get burned.
But I can’t stop.
“You won’t be able to stop either.” Colton grins cockily.
“I think I have better self-control than you,” I whisper. His eyes are dark with lust and my thighs grow slick with arousal.
His arm snakes out, circling around my hips and tugging me into his body. All his hardness against my softness. God, he’s so warm. “Let’s test that theory then.”
My pulse quickens at his deep, slightly husky voice.
“Is this a bet?”
His features darken dangerously. “I’ll never bet on you.”
“I was a game to you, though.” My nails dig into his chest, leaving tiny imprints on his flesh. Colton grunts in response, but it’s not a sound of pain. Quite the opposite actually.
His lips brush over the corner of my lips, not really a kiss. It’s more like a tender touch, a tease to remind me of what’s coming. “A mistake I made and still deeply regret,” he admits, with a slight shake in his gravelly, lustful tone.
My heart slams hard against my rib cage and I wonder if he can feel it.
“How much do you regret it?” I find myself asking, while slowly dragging my fingers down and across his abdomen.
“I lost you because of it.” His voice is pained.
“You never had me.”
His deep chuckle sends a flutter of tingle through my body, from the top of my head all the way down to my toes. “That’s what you think.” He growls low in my ear.
My breath hitches.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
And then we’re both moving at the same time.
My eyes flutter closed when Colton crushes his mouth against mine and the world comes to a standstill. His heart thunders under the palms of my hands.
He captures my lips and I gasp into his kiss. His tongue slides inside, tasting me. Licking and sucking on my tongue. He devours my lips like he’s on death row and this is his last meal. The kiss is savage and cruel.
His hand curls around the back of my neck, his fingers dangling into my hair. I teeter on my toes, returning his punishing kiss with a violent one of my own. My nails dig into the muscles of his shoulders, and his body tenses. My teeth graze his lower lip and I bite down. Colton growls a guttural groan in response. “Fuck,” he swears into the kiss.
A needy whimper spills from my lips and he swallows it, drinking in my moans like he’s been thirsting for them all his life. “Riley,” he groans deeply, my name like a fevered prayer on his lips and my pulse quickens.
My sex clenches in response, arousal coating the inside of my thighs. My need seeps out of me like desperate waves of carnal desire.