Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“If you’ve got something to say, say it.”
“Fine.” Her eyes made their way back to mine as she announced, “I think we should go out.”
“Go out?”
“Yeah, you know.... date.”
I was a man who was rarely ever caught off guard, but hearing that Mia wanted us to date took me by complete surprise. I’d always thought Mia was beautiful. I’d had more than a few inappropriate thoughts about her, but I never dreamed she’d ever be interested in me.
I certainly never thought she’d want to fucking date me.
I was completely thrown by the idea and had no clue how to respond. For a split second, I actually considered taking her up on her offer. It was fucking Mia. I’d be a fool not to at least consider the idea, but it didn’t take long for reality to creep in.
She wasn’t just a brother’s daughter.
She was Stitch’s daughter. There was no way around it. She was off limits, so I grabbed my toolbox and started for the door. “I don’t date.”
“Seriously?” She sassed, following me into the living room. “That’s all you got? I don’t date!”
“It is what it is, Mia.”
“That’s a copout, and you know it.” There was no missing the anger in her voice when she snapped, “If you aren’t interested in me, just say so.”
“I never said I wasn’t interested.”
“Then, what is it?” Mia perched her hand on her hip as she asked, “Your dick only gets hard for hang arounds?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. You’re killin’ me with this shit.”
“Just looking for an answer, Wrath.”
“You want an answer I can’t give.”
“Why?” She stepped closer. “You afraid to admit how you feel?”
“You’re walking a fine line here, Mia.”
“Walking it? Hell, I’ll stomp all over it. I don’t care.” She stepped even closer, then placed her hand on my chest and smirked. “I’m not scared... Are you?”
“You’re not gonna let this go, are you?”
“Tell me you don’t want me... Tell me you don’t want to sleep with me right here and now, and that will be that. I’ll never speak of it again.”
“You know I can’t say that.”
“Then, you do want me.”
“Mia.”
“Just tell me... Stop thinking about what you should or shouldn’t say. There’s no one here to judge.” Mia pushed. “It’s just you and me.”
She looked up at me with lust-filled eyes, and I was done.
Without answering, I put my arm around her small waist and pulled her body close to mine, and for the first time that night, I finally had her right where I wanted her. I knew this whole thing was a mistake. I knew it would blow up in my face, but she’d pushed me too far.
I’d give her what she was asking for, and then, that would be the end of it.
“Can’t make you any promises.”
“I’m not asking you to.” Her voice was low and raspy as she said, “I know what this is, Wrath. You don’t have to worry.”
With that, all my resistance broke.
I lowered my mouth to her neck and began trailing kisses along her collarbone. She inched closer with a wanton groan, and it was all I could do to keep myself from bending her over the kitchen chair.
There was no denying that I wanted her. Hell, I wanted her more than my next breath, and if the look in her eye was any indication, she wanted me just as much. My hands roamed across the curves of her body, and damn, she felt so fucking good. When she inched closer, squirming against me with a whimper, I feared that one night with her wouldn’t be enough.
“You need to know, I don’t do soft and gentle... I don’t make love.” Her eyes remained trained on mine as I told her, “I fuck.”
She raked her teeth over her bottom lip as she considered what I’d said. It only took her a blink before she said, “Then, fuck me, Wrath. Fuck me like you fucked Jasmine that night in the family room.”
Damn.
I lowered my hand to her waist, then slowly trailed along her inner thigh. As I got closer to the hem of her skirt, she widened her gate, giving me access to trail further. Her breath quickened as the tips of my fingers grazed the lining of her lace panties. My cock throbbed against my zipper, knowing she was already wet.
Fuck.
She shifted her hips forward and rested her head on my shoulder, closing her eyes as I continued to slowly caress her—teasing her and making her even wetter for me.
“So fucking hot,” I told her as my hand slipped further up her skirt, reaching for her lace panties. With one quick tug, I ripped them from her hips, and her eyebrows furrowed with disapproval. “I’ll make it up to you.”
I lifted her up and placed her on the kitchen table. She raked her teeth over her bottom lip as she kicked off her boots, letting them clamor to the floor. I immediately dropped my hands to the hem of her sweater and slipped it over her head.