Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
She shook her head.
“Callie?”
“Yes.”
“I want to touch you.”
“Oh.”
He took hold of her wrist and slid it from his shoulder moving down his chest, and even further still. He paused when her palm was at the top of his jeans.
“And I want you to touch me as well.”
Her teeth sank into her lip, and he saw the nerves playing out across her face. Callie was so open, so expressive. Her cheeks were a deep shade of red. She was a little panicked but he saw the flash of excitement in her eyes.
She wanted this.
He wanted this.
Moving her hand down, he placed her palm flat on his rock-hard cock. She gasped and he cupped her tit in his palm. Her eyes went wide as he stroked his thumb back and forth across her hard nipple. She wasn’t wearing a padded bra. He imagined something lacy, something sexy.
“Do you like that?”
She jerked her head in a yes.
“Good.” Her palm remained still against his cock. “You can move your hand. You can touch me.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Her virginity turned him on again.
“Then do whatever you like. I’m a big boy, I can handle it.”
“No part of you is a boy,” she said.
He chuckled but then groaned as she grabbed hold of his dick and rubbed him through his jeans. The fabric was no match for her grip. He shouldn’t love her untutored response to him, but he did. She was fucking everything.
He tugged at her shirt and she had no choice but to let him go so he could peel it off over her head and toss it aside. The moment he did, he saw her in a sexy white bra. Lacy. It had seen better days, but he was starting to realize Callie was broke.
Again, another question to add to the pile he had when it came to Dante wanting her dead. She hadn’t stolen from the man. There were no signs of her running or living the high life. He’d seen her reaction last night at the bar when it came to paying for her drink. He’d already checked her bank accounts, and there was not a lot of money. She lived within her means. Her knitting was the only true luxury she gave herself. Her shopping bills were meager. She ate well, but on a budget.
What had she done? He didn’t know how to find the answers. Asking Callie would expose who he was, and he liked that she wasn’t afraid of him. When people saw him, they were afraid. Women were terrified and tried to make him fall for them, but that never worked.
Before he was given the mission of killing Callie, he would visit a few selected whores to slake his needs. Since seeing her picture, no other woman had mattered to him. All he wanted, all he saw, was Callie. She dominated his world, and there was no getting away from his need of her. She consumed him … like now. Staring at her tits, he wanted her completely naked. He wanted to take her virginity and mark her as his.
There was so much he wanted to enjoy with her—to show her how good it would be to let him have his way with her—and he’d give her so much pleasure. All she had to do was submit to him. Trust him. He reached behind her and flicked the catch of her bra.
“I’ve never done this before.”
“I know.”
“Ruin, aren’t we moving a little fast?” she asked.
He cupped her cheek, tilting her head back. “Tell me how you feel.”
“A little afraid.”
“Why?”
“I’ve never done anything like this, and to be honest, I’m not sure … I don’t know you.”
“Would you like to get to know me?”
“Yes,” she said without hesitation.
Ruin paused as he stared at her. There was no agenda here. Callie wasn’t trying to manipulate him.
“I’m sorry,” he said. He reached behind her and worked the catch of her bra back together. There was time. Her life was on his clock.
“When I’m with you, you just drive me crazy.”
“How?” she asked.
“Because I want you. I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you.” He pressed his face against her neck and heard her small sigh before she tried to mask it. Callie was just as affected as him, but she had a way of hiding it a lot better. Not a problem. He picked up her shirt and helped her put it back on.
“I bet you’re wondering what I’m doing here?” he asked, taking hold of her hand and locking their fingers together.
“A little bit.”
He smiled.
“I wanted to take you out for the day. No knitting. No groups. No fake coffee. You and me, just going to have some fun.”
She frowned. “Doing what?”
“Well, I know there’s a fairground that’s opened up. How about we try that? I’ll buy you a corn dog.”