Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
When he heard me enter his space, he stepped back inside. He was barefoot and in just his boxers, his tanned skin contrasting against the chain around his neck. My diamond ring immediately reflected the low-burning flames in the hearth. Little rainbows cast across the wall.
He stopped and looked at me, watching me enter his bedroom.
I was the one making all the decisions now. I came to his bedroom because I wanted him…whatever that might mean. Jumping into bed with him again seemed premature, but there was nowhere else in the world I’d rather be. I didn’t want to sit in my bedroom alone and blankly watch TV. I wanted to be there…with him.
Tall, muscular, and so handsome that I couldn’t blame Sabrina, he stared at me. His boxers hung low on his hips, the prominent sex lines of his hips making a noticeable V. His stomach was tight with his eight-pack, something no amount of booze could erase. The man stayed in perfect shape no matter what came his way. His brown eyes were welcoming like a cup of coffee in the morning, the perfect temperature to chase away the frost.
I crossed the distance between us and moved farther into him, watching the way he stared at me in anticipation. It was unlike him to be so docile, but perhaps he was scared making a move would only push me away. My heart beat like a drum, my palms turning sweaty even though it was raining outside. The fire burned in the fireplace, the crackling sound matching the burn underneath my skin. I stopped in front of him, my eyes level with his chest. My old ring twinkled at me, like it was winking. This was hidden underneath his clothing everywhere he went, including the night when Sabrina tried to steal him away. Why wouldn’t she want him? He had it all—looks, money, and respect.
My hands moved to his muscular arms, and I pressed into the warm skin. The dips between the different grooves were so prominent, so unmistakable. I could feel the power hum under his skin like a distant melody. I lifted my gaze then rose onto my tiptoes, bringing our faces closer together.
When my intentions were clear as a blue sky, his arm hugged my waist while his free hand slid into my hair just the way I liked. His fingers dug deep, wrapping around the strands like he was using it as a rope. He pulled me tighter, letting me feel just as hard he was in his boxers.
I rested my forehead against his and appreciated the surge of affection that burned in between us. The chemistry was hot like an erupting volcano, my hormones burning like they were on fire. I could feel his chest rise and fall, sense the labor of his breaths. His desire matched mine, hot and fiery.
I missed this.
I’d never had this with anyone else. Not Dante. Not Brandon. Not anyone.
His hand slid to the back of my neck, his fingers possessive. “My sheep…” His thumb brushed across my cheek. He looked at my mouth like he was claiming it with his gaze. His arm tightened a little harder, and he turned into the wolf I remembered. Authoritative and powerful, he took control of me like it was the most natural thing to do, like he’d been waiting all his life to do it.
I didn’t want Sabrina or someone else to have him. I wanted him all to myself. “I never want to share you again…”
His eyes shifted back and forth as they looked into mine. With just the simplest expressions, he said so much. His fingers tightened even more. “You never have to.”
“I never want you to hurt me again.”
“Never.” His hand moved up my back and pulled me into him as he kissed me. With open lips and a slight growl, he felt my lips with his own and gave a gentle suck. He breathed quietly as he felt the burn between our mouths. The first touch was the slowest, was the longest. His hand cradled the back of my head, and he released an anxious breath.
I could feel the pleasure in his veins, feel the passion in his touch. He’d been waiting for that kiss as long as I had. He’d been looking forward to this like it was the most important thing in the world.
He kissed me again…and again.
His hand was in my hair, and his arm tugged me against his chest. His kisses were mixed with heavy breaths, pants of desire. Open. Close. Kiss. Suck. Lick. Repeat. He tugged on my bottom lip with his teeth before he released me, only to do it again a second later. His tongue swiped against mine before another warm breath filled my lungs.
No one could kiss like Maverick DeVille.