Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
“It’s the pretty-in-pink brunette with big brown eyes and a deadly smile they’re staring at, curious if she’s with the man holding on to her, or if I’m just a luckier bastard than they are tonight.”
Davis laughs, and I cock my head in time to see her tongue slipping out to slide along her lush lips. We’re still dancing; she’s still facing forward, so she’s not doing it for my benefit. She’s not being a temptress, trying to capture my attention.
Little does she know, she’s got it.
Had it.
Owns it.
I grip the short, sleek strands of her hair. It’s shorter than it’s ever been, the tips only long enough to graze her collarbone, so I have to hold it in place or let it fall forward again. I want the area clear. I want to see the gleam of her skin.
I’m not sure if she tips her head or if I tug the shiny locks leading her to, but suddenly, her neck is stretched long, exposed and prickling with goose bumps, without so much as a touch.
My body takes over, my head lowering until my mouth meets her satiny skin, but I don’t taste. I press it against her, soft at first, and then a little harder, maintaining the same amount of pressure as it rises. Up and up, until my nose is buried in her hair. I kiss the back of her neck, my left hand coming around to slide my knuckles down her throat.
“Now, they’re all watching.” I spin her, and her arms come up, wrapping around my neck without direction.
She smiles, holding me loosely. “What are you up to?”
“Hypothesizing.”
“Oh, talk dirty to me.” She’s quick to play along.
Chuckling, I tug her closer.
Knew she’d like that, my little science nerd.
Amusement brightens the gold in her eyes as she waits with bleeding curiosity.
My palms slide up her waist, my fingers spreading wide, wrapped around her upper rips.
Cocking my head a bit, I hover there, waiting for hers to lift, and it does.
“What would they do if they thought you were mine?” I draw closer, my eyes snapping to her lips and back. “Would they keep standing there, wondering what kind of panties you have on under your shorts, or will they move on to another? Take the L?”
“They’re blue with pink popsicles.”
Heat floods my chest, a low rumble fighting to get free, and I glide my thumb along her top. “Same pink as this?”
“Exact same.” Her smile is wide. “Wanna see?”
My brows snap together, and as if she knew what was coming, knew exactly how I’d react and watch for it, she throws her head back with a laugh.
My eyes fly down, locking on to the creamy skin, now fully and completely bared to me.
The thin thread of sanity still attached to my conscience snaps.
I dive down, swiping my tongue along her throat, and sending mine into a full fucking roar. My mouth waters at the salty, sweet flavor of her skin, and I slide a little to the right. My teeth find her pulse, and I press against it, close my lips around the throbbing beat and suck.
She gasps, tugging me closer, holding me tighter, and I reward her by sucking harder, her little cry sending a shiver down my spine.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck.
More.
Yanking back, my eyes connect with hers. The air in my lungs grows thick, harsh, each breath pulled in burning fiercer than the last, as if a true inferno is blazing between us, it’s raging, and the girl in front of me lit the match. She is the match.
There’s no doubt in my mind there’s a sweet little minx hidden inside her on the verge of discovery.
She’s so fucking needy, I can taste it.
I want to taste her.
All of her.
No way I could kiss her and not claim her, but she’s not looking to be claimed. She wants to feel, not fall.
So, I’ll settle for the sounds she makes, and when I get a minute to myself, I’ll replay them over and fucking over, my cock gripped tight in my hand.
“It worked. They’re not paying attention to us anymore.”
My tone is deep and raspy, and Davis swallows in front of me.
“They know you must be mine now.”
Her eyes glow in eager affection, ready for what may or may not come, and a thrill races down my spine.
“Turn around, Sweets.”
Davis shivers in my arms, desire deepening the brown of her eyes. “A lesson?”
Lesson. Right.
I don’t answer, but she wasn’t looking for one.
She rolls her body rather than turning, refusing to allow a single inch of space between us as she faces herself forward. Once her back is flat to my chest, her head follows, and I can’t resist dipping mine.
Chin rested along her temple, I’m the first to start dancing this time, and her hips follow instantly.
“I want to make you feel good,” I whisper, slowly sliding my hands into her front pockets, my earlier fantasy playing on repeat in my mind.