Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
What is she doing?
I don’t want her to get dressed already. I want to hold her for a while, maybe explore her naked body more thoroughly once I’ve fully recovered. I’ve never felt like I needed to take a woman in stages before, but it still feels like I’m barely acquainted with her body, and I want to know every inch.
“Come back to bed,” I tell her.
She shakes her head, bending down and stepping into her panties. “It’s late. I need to get home.”
I don’t like that.
Don’t like the tone of her voice, either.
Sitting up, I look her over, and the doubt that clouded my thoughts before my cock took over resurfaces. “Are you all right?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” she says quietly, pulling on her skirt and zipping it up.
“Are you sure?”
If she’s not, I’ll fix it. The problem is, I’m not sure she’ll tell me.
“That wasn’t supposed to happen,” she says, pushing her arms through the holes and clasping her bra behind her back. “I told you I didn’t want to…” She trails off, shaking her head as if she doesn’t want to think about it anymore, then she grabs her blouse and pulls it over her head. “It doesn’t matter.”
I frown, watching as she pulls on her blazer and grabs her purse. “Gemma, don’t leave.”
She pulls her hair out of the back of the blazer and turns toward the door.
I get off the bed because I’m not about to let her walk out that door until we’ve resolved this.
“I have to get home. Parker will wonder why—”
I catch her around the waist, turning her around and putting my body in front of her so I can force her backward toward the bed.
She avoids my gaze and retreats on instinct.
I may have been giving her tips on curbing those prey-like instincts with her shitty neighbor, but to be honest, I don’t want her to learn to fight them with me. I like her instincts. I enjoy the way she retreats and makes me chase her. I’m not used to it at all, but it’s intriguing.
A part of me is even drawn to the vulnerable look in her big brown eyes as she gazes up at me once I have her cornered—when I’m bending her to my will—and she looks like she damn well knows it.
It’s like there’s something in her DNA that stirs the predatory instincts of those around her while at the same time instilling in them a desire to protect her.
Whatever instinct she triggers, it screams: she’s mine to play with, no one else’s.
No one has ever awoken this side of me before. I’m an asshole when I need to be, sure, but I wasn’t bullshitting her when I told her I’ve never been attracted to easy targets. It’s mean to refer to her that way, and I don’t mean any insult at all, but there’s just something about her. Maybe it’s her big doe eyes that trigger the primal hunter buried deep inside me.
She softens when confronted with a predator, too. Makes the dance and the act of capturing her even more satisfying.
I think she’s right about her boundaries. From what she told me, she was probably giving her neighbor the energy she’s giving me right now when he cornered her, and I can definitely see why he liked it. I bet his wife would never let him get away with stalking her and cornering her. Most women wouldn’t. But then he stepped over Gemma’s generous boundary and mentioned her daughter, so she snapped out of it and told him to fuck off.
Gemma’s boundaries not being where everyone else’s are makes her very interesting to me. Ordinary people are all more or less the same with no surprises. But with Gemma, it’s like being handed a map I’ve never seen before. I want to explore every inch—see where I’m allowed to go and where I’m not.
I’m fairly certain I just made her have sex with me, but when I pull her close and move her arm around my waist to make sure she’ll let me hold her, she does. She even holds me back.
If her boundaries are this generous, there’s little chance I’ll ever step over them. I take what I want, but I’m not a fucking pervert. I would never threaten harm to her or her loved ones.
But I’m damn sure not going to be resisted.
I know she wants the same thing, she’s just afraid to take it for herself, so I’ll have to step in and see that she gets what she needs.
I lean down to brush my lips against hers. She’s so fucking soft. I sink my fingers into her hair and cradle her head as I kiss her.
She tastes fucking incredible.
I need more of her, so much more.
I thought one night might be enough to cure me of my interest in the intriguing little belly dancer, but I was very wrong. I’ve tasted her and fucked her, and I feel like I haven’t even had a sample. If anything, my appetite for her now feels more enormous than it was before I had her.