Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 154037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
I was in a full body buzz by the time the steady thud of heavy footsteps climbing the stairs reverberated the floors.
Then my heart pressed full when the door opened behind me.
His presence rolled over me from behind.
His aura profound.
Patchouli and warm apple pie.
I could feel his slow slide of appreciation as he stilled in the doorway. The heat of his ravenous gaze dragging over my back.
“You tryin’ to wreck me, darlin’?”
“I must be since you ask me the same thing every day,” I told him with a coy glance over my shoulder.
Okay, so I was totally trying to wreck him. Bring him to his knees the way he always had me on mine.
Because the man stole my breath where he stood just inside the door.
Otto Hudson was so hot it was unfair.
So hot it was physically painful.
I’d once thought that staring at him was like standing in the sun and knowing you were going to get burned, but you did it anyway because it felt so good while you baked in the blistering rays.
But I knew now that I did it because it was where I belonged.
Held beneath that fierce gaze of blue, loved by a man hewn of rugged stone.
Skin covered in tats and muscles rippling beneath the tight white tee stretched over his massive chest.
What else was I supposed to do but throw on one of those dresses and heels that I knew drove him wild?
“Dream I’m livin’ every day…coming home and finding you standing there like that,” he rumbled in that deep, lust-inducing voice.
He ambled into the kitchen, carrying a bag of ice and a twelve-pack of beer that I’d sent him to pick up at the store. He put the ice in the freezer and the beer into the fridge.
One of those smirks that hadn’t left his mouth for the last nine months rimmed his full, plush lips, desire glinting in his eyes as he let the refrigerator door drop closed before he slowly edged up behind me.
Each step an earthquake that resonated across the floor.
I had my hair pinned up in a loose twist, and he pressed his mouth to the nape of my neck as he gripped me by the waist.
Need licked through my veins.
He let his palms ride around to my belly.
Splaying wide as he kissed a path across my shoulder.
A whimper rolled out of me, and I leaned back against him, welcoming the teasing kisses that moved back up the side of my neck and to my ear. “And dressed like this. You know exactly what you do to me.”
Chills flashed as he slowly smoothed his hands back down my body to my hips to gather the material of the dress’s full skirt.
He leisurely dragged it up.
“Everyone is going to be here in thirty minutes.” It was supposed to come out a rebuff of the direction he was traveling, but instead it came out a question.
Or maybe a challenge.
He emitted a low chuckle, lips nipping at my ear. “While I prefer to take my time with you, I’m willing to make it fast. Last thing we want is me hard and thinking about getting in this pussy during the entire family barbecue.”
He cupped me over my pelvic bone, and his fingers pressed between my thighs over my underwear.
Energy crackled. Though it was light. A tease. Zinging around us in the joy that we’d found.
“Like you aren’t going to be, anyway.” I tried to play it a taunt, but it came out breathy when he pushed the fabric aside and dragged his fingers through my slit.
Arousal rushed, a throbbing ache that instantly lit.
This man had me in a puddle of need in a second flat.
“Now that is no lie, but I think I’m going to need to have my moonflower, anyway. Seeing as how you’re already dripping for me.”
“I think that would be a very good idea,” I whispered, words barely audible as he played with my clit. Fingertips just brushing over my nub.
Tiny flickers of pleasure sparked across my flesh, and surprise jolted from me when he suddenly pushed my chest down onto the table and tossed the skirt of my dress up high.
Cool air brushed my backside, then heat followed it as he leaned down to drag my underwear down my legs, the man kissing along the cleft of my ass as he went. He wound them free of my heels, then he straightened.
The man a tower behind me.
Strength and volatility.
Softness and greed.
He was everything. Every element that I needed.
I heard the jangle of his belt and the zipper of his jeans, then I moaned when he lined the fat head of his cock up with my center.
“You ready for me, Little Moonflower?”
“I’m always ready, my burly bear.”
He drove into me, taking me whole.
My nails raked at the tabletop as a desirous cry jutted from my mouth.