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)
“Not in the slightest.” Tossing her purse and clothes on the sideboard near the front door, he drank in every naked inch of his female, feeling his dick stir. The patches of dried-blood that covered her now-healed wounds pissed him off even as they brought to the surface his earlier and very primitive need to take her. Because they reminded him of how magnificently she’d fought.
What fueled that oppressive need to be inside her was the memory of how she’d staunchly refused to stand aside for Dayna. Bailey had instead firmly stated her own claim to him—a claim she’d defended; fought for. That meant more to him than she could know.
And now he had to have her.
His hands aching to grab her, touch her, stamp his fingerprints on her, he lowered his zipper. “Come here.”
Surprise bloomed in her eyes—a surprise that was quickly drowned out by the sexual heat that bled into them. A flush swept up her face. Her nipples peaked. Her breathing picked up.
The atmosphere between them quickly became thick. Hot. Electrically charged.
“Now, Bailey.” He whipped off his tee. “I want in you.” The words were guttural. Barely human.
She didn’t make him wait. She launched herself at him. Literally.
He caught her, slamming his mouth on hers, licking his tongue inside. She curled her limbs tight around him as they feasted on each other. In no mood to go slow or gentle, he roughly spun and backed her against the front door. He swallowed the breath that gusted out of her as he closed his hand around her breast.
In the biting grip of a lust so carnal it burned, he ground his cock against her clit over and over. She dug her nails into his back, feeding him soft, greedy moans that fisted his shaft.
Feeling like he might explode with how desperately he needed to be deep in her body, he tore his mouth free. “This is going to be fast.” He slid her upwards and sucked a nipple into his mouth, liking her sharp intake of breath. He released the taut bud with a flick of his tongue.
And dropped her on his dick.
A zap of dark pleasure shooting up her spine as his long, thick cock abruptly stuffed her full, Bailey felt her head fly back and hit the door. Mother of all that was holy.
His eyes liquid pools of raw lust, he held her thighs up and open as he drilled into her. Every heavy, upward roll of his hips tunneled his cock impossibly deep.
Tucking her face into the crook of his neck, she gripped his broad shoulders and pretty much hung on for the ride. And it was a rough ride. Unrestrained. Explosive. Heart-pounding.
Already she could feel her orgasm building—a gathering heat in the pit of her stomach that threatened to sweep outward and consume her at any moment.
Her senses were filled with him. With his warmth. His weight. His scent. His pounding thrusts. His grip so blatantly possessive she wondered how she could have worried that Dayna might sway him to choose her.
Even though he hadn’t rushed to his unconscious ex’s side, a part of Bailey had thought he might be mad at her for what she’d done. Because she hadn’t merely defeated Dayna, she’d toyed with her. And the redhead had been part of his life since he was a kid—it would be normal for him to feel so protective of her that he’d be unhappy with Bailey for wounding her.
But he hadn’t been angry. Hadn’t admonished her. Hadn’t even scowled at her. And now he was fucking her like need was a fever in his blood. His shaft chafed her clit again and again just as his sleek, hard chest rubbed at her taut nipples.
“Look at me, Bailey.”
Drunk on feel-good chemicals, she lazily lifted her head.
“That’s it,” he said, staring at her intently. Hungrily. Possessively.
Feeling his cock throb and thicken, she knew his release was close. So was her own. It was a wonder she hadn’t yet fractured.
He groaned. “Yeah, mark me.”
It was only then, as a faint scent of blood drifted to her, that she realized she’d dug her nails deep enough into his skin to break it.
He stole her mouth with a hotly sexual kiss that went right to her core. A core that heated, spasmed, tightened. And then it contracted as wave after wave of almost unbearable pleasure engulfed her so intensely it trapped a scream in her lungs.
Deke’s growl poured down her throat as he slammed harder, faster, deeper. He broke the kiss with a curse as he planted his cock deep and exploded, filling her with hot bursts.
As their orgasms subsided, he dropped his forehead to hers while they strived to catch their breath. Trembling, she said nothing, her mind blissfully empty.
Finally, Deke pulled away from the door and carried her to the bathroom. Only then did he withdraw his cock from her body. He cleaned her up, ignoring her offer to do it herself, and then perched her on the counter. Having grabbed and dampened another cloth, he began to clean the little streaks of dried-blood from her skin, gentle and thorough.