Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 150546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 753(@200wpm)___ 602(@250wpm)___ 502(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 150546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 753(@200wpm)___ 602(@250wpm)___ 502(@300wpm)
He searches my eyes carefully, the tip of his tongue swiping his upper lip as he presses me closer against his body.
My eyes close out of instinct as I take a deep breath. “What are you doing?”
He lowers his hand from my back, down to my ass. “Kind of tired of the push and pull.” He tilts his head, bringing me in closer. “Kind of just wanna pull…”
“I get it,” I say through a whisper, searching his eyes. “Girls drop to their knees for you.”
“Like you won’t?” he challenges, and I hate that smug smile on his face.
“Me? Bow?” My mouth mirrors his as I lean up on my tippy-toes, bringing my hand to the back of his neck and forcing his down until it’s a hair's breadth away from mine. “Now, you and I both know that’s not going to happen.”
He chuckles, lowering his mouth farther, but not close enough to be the first one who breaks.
I have thought about this happening so many times over the past few years, but I never knew what would happen once it came true, because I kind of always assumed it never would. He isn’t just my brother’s best friend, but he made a promise that he wouldn’t. We always knew War could, at times, be impulsive, but this… the repercussions of us going down this path are ones we both want to avoid.
My shoulders deflate as I release him, attempting to put a smidge of distance between us. “What are you doing?”
He grabs the nape of my neck and forces me back against him.
He brushes my hair away from my cheek. “Whatever the fuck I want.”
My eyes cross from his close proximity and my neck aches from being bent at this angle. I know I should push him away. Run away. Hell, anything.
“Don’t even try, Halo. You won’t get far on here.”
I try to sidestep and head back to the cabin to figure out whatever the fuck is going on, but his hand is on my wrist and he’s forcing me back, twisting my body around so my ass is against his thighs. He sprawls his fingers out over my belly possessively, and I hold my breath.
“You know what happens when you run, Halen?”
I don’t answer, because the blood rushing behind the back of my ears is too much. Too loud. Too heavy.
I feel the softness of his lips graze the curve of my ear. “I chase you.”
My knees weaken and I hate that in mere seconds, he has me practically doing exactly what he wanted me to do.
Fall to my knees.
But Daddy raised a stubborn bitch.
A snide smirk touches the corner of my mouth as I turn myself in his grip. I’m about to laugh when his hand flies to my chin and he squeezes my cheeks together, backing me up against the darkest area where the exit doors are. Lights flicker on and off as the plane hits turbulence once again and I stumble slightly.
He runs the tip of his nose over the bridge of mine. “If you tell me to stop, I’m gonna fuck you anyway.”
My heart hammers against my rib cage as his hand grabs my outer thigh.
My legs part a little, despite my words saying otherwise. “You know I’m not going to do that.”
He leans farther into me until his lips touch the crease of my ear, and his hand finally travels all the way up before curving around to my inner thigh.
My breath catches when his palm eases over me, just as his teeth catch my ear. My clit praises his touch and my hips buck forward to beg for more.
“You’re fucking wet.” His whisper is rapacious. “Mine.”
I grab the back of his head, fisting his hair to force him down to my lips.
Okay. So we both just dove headfirst toward each other instead of moving slowly.
Cool. Glad that’s out of the way—but…
He chuckles playfully against my mouth, igniting a surge of heat, before his teeth sink into my bottom lip and he sweeps his tongue over the clefts left behind.
Tension snaps around us when he finally kisses me. Oh my fucking God.
I whimper beneath his touch as his tongue languidly circles mine, the ghosting of his fingers moving my underwear to the side. White heat surges around me as carnality sinks its claws deep into my nerves when he teases my entrance with a twirl of his finger.
My eyes burn with ardency as his mouth eases to a teasing pace, and my brain short-circuits as the world falls around us.
My breath catches as he slips a finger inside of me, and then another, before collapsing forward in a heavy surrender.
“Fuck.”
I cry softly into his mouth when I feel my muscles tense and my back arching into his torment. I’m desperate and hungry, only his kisses are patient and his movements calculated.