Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Bailey froze as—with a snarl that fairly rang with power and dominance—Deke locked his mouth with hers. But her stillness lasted only seconds. Because then the sexually charged tension between them exploded, and all her thoughts scattered.
It wasn’t a kiss. It was a hot, heavy, collision of tongues, lips, and teeth. They savagely ate at each other’s mouths, inhibited.
She gripped his upper arms, grinding against the big, warm hand roughly gliding over her clit. Each grind shot to her hardening nipples and made her core pang in need. She couldn’t quite believe this was happening, but she wasn’t about to stop it.
His free hand tangled in her hair and sharply angled her head, allowing him to thrust his tongue deeper. He feasted on her with so much intensity and desperation, like she was the first woman he’d seen in decades. Her scalp stung from his harsh hold, but she liked the burn. Liked the blatant boldness—one that both surprised and impressed her snake—with which he took Bailey over.
The hand cupping her pussy disappeared.
What the …?
In one swift move, he shoved that same hand up her dress and thrust it into her panties. Firmly palming her pussy, he spread his fingers, parting her folds, exposing the supersensitive nerves between them to the cool air … and then jammed a finger inside her.
Bailey jolted with a gasp that he swallowed, his pupils blown. Her muscles rippled around the invading digit as it began to fuck in and out of her. His gaze locked on her own, he kept his mouth pressed to hers as he pumped.
Moaning, she arched into every thrust, digging her nails into his arms. Every drive of his finger hit just the right spot, pushing her closer and closer to coming.
She wanted to pull his cock out of his jeans. Wanted to feel him in her hand. Wanted to jerk him off and give him the relief he’d—for some mysterious reason—been depriving himself of.
But considering he was knee-deep in touch-hunger, he’d come pretty quickly, and she didn’t trust the mean bastard not to walk out as soon as he’d had an orgasm. As such, she’d wait until she’d had her own. It really wouldn’t be long …
Fingers slipped out of her hair and trailed down her face. His mouth followed, giving her suckling little kisses. He moved as if to coast his lips down her neck. She hissed, not trusting him enough to let his teeth near her throat.
He snapped his hand around her neck. “Behave.” He shoved a second finger into her pussy.
Three thrusts later, she imploded with a choked cry as pure pleasure flooded her. Even as her inner muscles spasmed like crazy, she tore open his fly and then fisted his cock as it sprang out. The guttural sound that sawed out of his throat was a growl, a groan, and a demand all wrapped into one. Her snake liked it.
Bailey tightened her grip and pumped. Fast. Knowing he needed ‘rough’ to get off while in this state.
He fucked her fist, grunting into her mouth. And then he was coming with a snarl. Ropes of warm come splashed onto her fingers and dress.
As every bit of tension seemed to leach from his body, he dropped his forehead to her temple and panted out long, heavy breaths. Not quite in control of her own breathing, she released his cock and wiped her hand on her dress.
Moments later, as his fingers slipped out of her, Bailey blew out a breath. “Well, that was weird.”
His head reared back, and he frowned at her in affront. “Weird?”
“It’s not every day a girl gets sent to O-town by a dude who has more than once threatened to choke her.”
Backing up, he shook his head and tucked away his cock. He looked as if he might lick his fingers clean, but then he wiped them on his jeans instead.
She studied him carefully as he refastened his fly, noting that the almost manic energy he’d carried earlier was now absent. The touch-hunger had subsided, then. For now, at least. There, she’d done her good deed for the decade.
She noted something else as well. “You’re dying to hightail it out of here.” It was written all over his face. No surprise there, though. If it hadn’t been for the touch-hunger, he likely wouldn’t have touched her at all. “Having regrets, huh?”
“No. I’ve wanted to get my hands and mouth on you since the first day we met.”
She blinked at the unashamed, matter-of-fact statement.
“But my cat …”
She nodded as realization hit her. “Oh, he doesn’t like me.” Her snake flicked out her tongue, all “well, fuck him.”
Deke sighed, looking tired. “Right now, he doesn’t like anyone.”
Her instincts stirred. Something was going on with his cat. Something that was making the feline want zero physical contact. “That’s why you haven’t worked off the touch-hunger.”