Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 105506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
I’d given up by the time night fell, and it was clear she was drunk.
I followed her inside as she stumbled unsteadily to the kitchen for another drink.
“Say your goodbyes,” I ordered, grasping her upper arm.
Her eyes widened in surprise when I grabbed her, then both irritation and arousal flashed in those hazel pools. Both of those things got me hard.
“What?” she asked breathlessly.
“Say your goodbyes.” I jerked my head to the party outside which was winding down. Most of the members had small children, and the ones who didn’t had already left to continue the festivities back at the club.
“I’m takin’ you home,” I told her.
Until this moment, Sariah hadn’t protested my hold on her arm. She’d flushed the second my skin made contact, proving she felt the same I did whenever I touched her.
Pure fucking need.
Now, though, she fought.
“You’re not taking me anywhere.” She shook her arm trying to get me off.
I held fast. “You’re drunk. You’re not driving.”
“Someone else will take me.”
“I’ll take you,” I snapped, thinking of doing just that. Of what her ass would look like presented to me as I fucked her hard from behind.
Sariah’s breath hitched as if she could read my mind. I could practically see the naughty fucking fantasies running through her mind.
“I thought you were mad at me.” She jutted her chin upward.
My hold on her tightened, and my dick got harder at her defiance. “I’m fucking furious with you,” I agreed.
Sariah’s tongue ran along her lips, reminding me of the way it had moved across the head of my dick.
My cock threatened to burst out of my jeans, struggling not to take her to the nearest bathroom and fuck her there.
“Say your goodbyes,” I repeated, planting my feet.
Sariah searched my face. I could see she was debating whether to argue with me further. But I also saw that she liked this. That she wanted me. The last time I’d seen her, I’d left when she was on the brink of orgasm.
Now, if she was anything like me, she would’ve tried to get herself off as soon as possible. And it wouldn’t have been anything compared to what we’d shared together.
“Fine,” she whined, looking at me through her lashes.
My body relaxed. But I knew the fight was far from over.
I’d wanted her on the back of my bike.
But the night was chilly, she wasn’t wearing enough clothes and she was drunk. So I drove her car, trying to keep my focus on the road and not on the skirt of her dress that I knew she’d purposefully hiked up.
Her legs were spread wide, showing the flawless, creamy skin of her thighs.
I was sure I was going to rip her steering wheel off from the force I was clutching it. I’d had to prevent myself from stopping on the side of the road every second of the ten-minute drive back to her apartment.
Sariah knew this, and she’d teased me the whole fucking time.
Neither of us had said a word. We didn’t need to. The fucking tension between us was crackling.
She’d strutted out of the car, swaying that luscious ass of hers up the stairs and down the hall to her apartment.
I should’ve gotten a medal for my fucking restraint. Which I possessed only because I’d been drinking soda the entire fucking night. If I’d had a drop of booze in me, we’d be fucking on the hall floor.
Or more accurately, we would’ve been fucking in the desert.
My cock twitched at just the thought. I had so many needs, so many ways I wanted to take her. This back-and-forth needed to stop so I could fucking claim her.
“Well, you got me home,” she said after we got inside and she’d whined about me doing a walkthrough. She was in the living room, and I was keeping my distance in the kitchen. “Now what are you going to do with me?”
My entire body screamed to tear off her clothes and take her on her living room floor.
I stayed rooted in place.
“Get you water and painkillers.” I stared at her for a beat longer before shaking myself and going to the fridge.
The fucking thing was empty except for a giant tub of edible cookie dough, various bottles of champagne and a bottle of ketchup.
Shaking my head, I found a glass and filled it with water from the fridge dispenser. I opened the cabinet above the fridge and located a bottle of painkillers amongst a bunch of vitamins and inexplicably, a pair of shoes.
I’d been planning on trying to get some food into her too, but she didn’t have anything that would soak up the booze.
Sariah was naked when I turned around.
I prided myself on not dropping the glass on the floor or shattering it with my hand as my fist clamped around it.
Her body was as perfect as I’d dreamed it would be. Her nipples were hard, dark against the white of her full breasts. Her hips curved perfectly, the V between them showing a sexy patch of hair. Her legs were sculpted and long.