Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
“Damn right.” I take her hands and jerk her up, spinning her into my chest. “We’ll do the sundae later. Frankly, I’ve built up an appetite for something else.”
I don’t give her time to react.
Just push her against the wall and throw my lips on hers, pouring out my heat, my need, all the molten desire I’ve bottled up since I first laid eyes on this woman and had my first stolen kisses.
The sheer force takes her by surprise.
So does the rough groan that slips into her mouth.
Damn.
Damn it all.
She’s just that hot.
This is what you do to me, woman.
She’s stock-still for about ten seconds, but finally she melts, opening her lips for my tongue to stroke deeper, slick lines, tracing her mouth.
I kiss Delia the same way I want to fuck her—hard and deep—reaching down to her soul.
My hands glide down her back, her skin burning my fingertips like cinnamon.
My hips stab forward, keeping her pinned against the wall, her legs opening for me.
Fuck, I can barely breathe.
Not when I finally have her.
She’s nearly under me, the perfect position to hike up her dress and take her like I did that first night. I’ll grind on her clit till she goes off like a rocket.
Only, I’m impatient.
I’m sick of this cat and mouse shit.
I can’t stand having barriers between her pussy and me.
I want to feel her coming on my mouth, my fingers, convulsing on my cock with her eyes rolled back in her head and her lips stretched in pleasure.
With a ragged breath, my gaze fucks her eyes, letting her see the harshness of a raging storm I can’t control.
“You ready to get that V-card punched, princess? Or are we just going to share a bed again and try to pretend we don’t want to fuck each other’s brains out all night? I, for one, am goddamned done with denial.”
Her cheeks flush rose-red.
Her strawberry lips tremble.
It makes me want to bite her harder, to drag her wet mouth over mine and never let go.
“Yes...” It comes out of her in a shallow gasp that strokes my dick.
And it’s all I need to hear.
I help peel her off the wall, fusing her hand to mine. Her pulse drums in my hand.
Then I walk us back inside and over to the bed before I take her in my arms again, feeling for the zipper lining her spine.
Her dress is ready to drop in five seconds flat.
She’s lucky I don’t tear it to shreds.
This is mine now.
So fucking mine.
Every last beautiful, forbidden, sticky sweet bit of her.
Whenever I let her get dressed again, she’ll be a whole new woman, and she’ll have my name engraved in her head for life.
The only thing that makes me pause before giving her dress a final pull is the electric warning in my nerves, the threat of something that might be too good shining in her eyes.
She’s spellbound—and honestly, so am I.
Once we start, stopping might be damn near impossible.
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, sure, but if she’s half as hot as I think?
I’ll be a complete addict by the time we head home.
What then?
No fucking clue.
And this isn’t the time to fret about it.
Because when her impatient lips connect with mine again and I suck in her whimper, I can’t bring myself to care about anything except how good she’ll feel taking every inch of me.
13
Pearl Paradise (Delia)
“Feels like we’ve waited for this our whole lives, doesn’t it? Before you, princess, I never waited with other girls. I never had the patience. Now I need to find out why.”
I can’t believe how deeply he kisses me, his feral groan exploding in my mouth.
Can’t believe he’s this insatiable, this ready to claim me, the same week he slaughtered two evil men in cold blood to save my life.
I’m even more surprised this is happening here. Now.
But every time Chris’ skin meets mine, this crazy reaction I don’t understand begins. Beyond chemistry. This is pure sorcery.
His touch is black magic.
His witchfire-green eyes are hypnotic.
His mouth beguiles me to lose myself in him on a one-way trip.
Holy, holy hell.
No one but Chris could make the scariest moment of my life feel like it happened a hundred years ago.
Nothing but the way he devours me, his tongue running along the seam of my lips, his hands roaming my hips, could make me believe I’m alive and well and ready for this.
Every caress hits my bloodstream like lightning.
My heartbeat drums in my ears, hurling fire in every crevice, every nerve, every dark part of me he lights up like fireworks.
I’m already light-headed with pleasure and this growling need in my blood, but I wonder what regrets I’ll wake up with.
I also wonder if it matters.
Tonight, I’m on fire with all the things that make a woman reckless.
Lust.
Desire.
Need.
My dress tumbles down, pooling under me in a crumpled heap.