Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
I swoop, claiming her mouth before she even has a chance to resist me. To my surprise, she doesn't even try. She whimpers, the sound shooting straight to my cock. Her hands get tangled in my hair as she tries to pull me closer.
I lick into her mouth, attacking it like I would her pussy. Fucking hell. She tastes like magic. Her taste hits my system, annihilating any chance I had of surviving this if she kicks my ass to the curb. Did I even stand a chance of surviving it anyway?
No.
I think I knew on day one that she was it for me. It's why I've been fighting so hard to get her on the same page. I'm a simple man with simple needs. And I knew five minutes after meeting her that I needed her in my life.
That sense of certainty has only grown in the last month.
She's vital to me now, ranking above everything else on Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs. If we require a purpose, she's mine. If life needs meaning, it's her.
"Jesus, lamb," I rasp, breaking from her lips only to come back to them again and again. I can't stop kissing her now that I've started. She certainly isn't telling me no. It's a far cry from the last month. Her surrender is the sweetest victory I've ever tasted.
"You have to stop kissing me," she mumbles, biting my bottom lip. "You're going to get us caught again."
I solve that problem lickety-split. I walk her backward toward the narrow hallway on the opposite side of the living room. Somehow, I manage to avoid the antique coffee table and the pile of yarn spilling from a basket beside the sofa.
Gran and Bets chatter away in the kitchen, happily banging pots and pans as they bicker over who makes the best garlic bread. Confident they'll be occupied for at least the next few minutes, I drag Emma into the first room I come across, slamming the door behind us.
I catch a brief flash of a gray and yellow shower curtain and matching rug before the small bathroom is plunged into complete darkness.
"Now, we won't get caught," I growl, fumbling for the lock on the door just to cover all my bases.
"Zayne," Emma whispers, a nervous tremble in her voice. I hear the excitement in it, too. She wants this. She's just afraid to reach for it.
"Shh, lamb." I press her back against the door, nuzzling her neck. "I've got you."
"I…I…"
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No."
I exhale a breath, proud as hell of her. She's shy and sweet and nervous as hell. But she's eager to explore what's between us, aching for me to show her how good it can be. I think she's just afraid to place her heart into my hands when she'd be giving me the power to crush it.
She should know by now, though, that these hands were made to protect every piece of her. They were made for worshipping every part of her. I don't give a fuck how hectic her life is or how wild her aunt and grandma are, or how far she runs; I'm not going anywhere.
"Then lean back and let me show you what you've been itchin' for since I kissed you in the breakroom." I trail kisses down the tantalizing hint of cleavage her shirt reveals. The way she dresses drives me crazy. She doesn't try to hide her curvy body. She isn't ashamed of it. She dresses to accentuate the extra God gave her. And fuck me, every time I see her, I want to hit my knees and say a prayer for women designed like her.
"I thought you said those weren't kisses."
"I lied," I growl, tugging the top of her shirt down to kiss along the tops of her breasts. Jesus. I can't wait to get my mouth on them. I skim one hand down her side, loving the way she shivers and moans at my touch. Loving how fucking soft she is.
"At least you ad-admit it," she gasps.
"Admit what? That I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make you mine?" I press my body close to hers, letting her feel how fucking hard she makes me. "That I'll lie, cheat, and steal my way into your heart if that's what it takes to get in there?" I nip her bottom lip, slipping my hand down her skirt. "That I've spent the last few days jerking myself raw thinking about those kisses?" My lips slide down the side of her throat, seeking out the pulse pounding there. "I admit to all of it, lamb. You drive me fucking crazy."
"You make me crazy…Oh my God!" She practically faceplants in my shoulder when I cup her pussy through her panties, not being gentle about it.
"This is mine, baby girl," I growl. And then I press my free hand over her heart. "And this is mine too. I intend on claiming both."