Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“Hold on there, Romeo. Don’t you think you’re moving a little fast with all this?”
“No, as a matter of fact, I don’t.” He pulled the skillet filled with scrambled eggs off the burner, then walked over to me. His eyes met mine as he said, “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I lost you that night. I have no intention of finding out. Not now. Not ever.”
“But I’m okay, Zander. You made sure of that. Your brothers too,” I tried to assure him. “You don’t have to worry anymore.”
He reached for me, then kissed me long and hard, and when he was done, my entire body was humming with need. I inhaled a deep breath, and after I’d collected myself, I muttered, “Okay, I’m in.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear.”
He kissed me once more, then went over to the stove and finished our breakfast. After we finished eating, he put a call in to the prospects and ordered them to go get my things. Keeping true to his word, they moved all my stuff over from my apartment, and I didn’t have to lift a finger—until it came to unpacking everything they’d brought over. I took a week off from work and used the time to get things organized. I had the guys put my bedroom furniture in one of the empty bedrooms for a guest room and had them use my living room furniture to make an office out of one of the others. Once I started unpacking the rest of my things, it didn’t take long before the place looked completely different. It looked like a home—our home.
When Zander came in from the clubhouse and saw everything I’d done, a proud smile crept over his face. “It looks great, babe.”
“You think so?”
“Absolutely. Hell, I didn’t even know it could look this good.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
“See? I was right. All this place needed was you.”
As I stood there gazing at him, my mind was suddenly filled with wonderfully wicked thoughts. I walked over to him and took him by the hand, leading him into the bedroom as I said, “The bruises are gone.”
“Is that right?”
He removed his cut and draped it over the dresser as I nodded with a smile. “I’m feeling really good. There’s just one thing that would make me feel even better.”
“You sure you’re ready?”
A simple nod was all it took. As soon as he got the answer he needed, his mouth covered mine with a kiss that was hungry and demanding. I let my fingers trail along the curves of his perfectly defined chest and relished the sensation of having him so close. I felt him smile against my mouth as I reached for the hem of his shirt and eased it up over his head. My eyes drifted down, slowly roaming over the defined muscles of his chest, and I couldn’t imagine wanting anyone more than I wanted him at that moment. “Zander.”
“I’m right here, baby.”
A moan of pleasure filled the room as his hands drifted down to my waist, pulling me tightly against his muscular frame. His warm hands slid beneath my tank top and across my bare back, his touch sending a rush of warmth through my entire body. I felt myself being led backwards as his strong hands slid up my waist, pulling the soft cotton fabric over my head. When the back of my legs touched the edge of the bed, he slowly lowered me down onto the mattress and tossed my shirt to the side. My breath became ragged with anticipation, my body begging impatiently for his next touch.
Zander looked down at me, watching appraisingly as my breasts rose and fell with each heaving breath. “You got no idea how hard it’s been not to touch you. I’ve wanted you so fucking much.”
“I’ve wanted you even more.”
I gasped as his fingertips gripped my thighs and parted my legs to sink between them. When his hands cupped my breasts, I arched into them, as he lowered his head and trailed kisses across my chest. My ragged breaths echoed through the room as his hand slowly slid between my legs. He ran his thumb along the edge of my lace panties, teasing me and touching me where I wanted him the most. He took his time caressing me while his free hand cupped my breast, his soft lips hungrily nipping and sucking along the sensitive flesh. The rough, calloused pad of his finger stroked me as he growled, “So fucking perfect.”
Zander alternated between my breasts, all while lowering my panties down my thighs. He tugged at them with agonizingly slow movements, reveling in the impatience building within me. My hands raked through his hair as I pulled his mouth closer. I could feel the smooth fabric of the lace slipping over my skin as my panties finally reached my ankles, and the storm of delicious sensations flooding through me were almost too much to bear. The warmth of his breath caressed my skin as he began to shower my stomach and thighs with kisses. My body began to tingle in anticipation as the bristles of his beard brushed against my center.