Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
It’s nowhere near close enough.
I drop my hands to the mattress, scooting myself closer. He allows it, making some room for me, so I wrap my legs around his back, staring into his eyes.
His narrow in confliction.
I know he wants me. The proof of it is resting against his stomach. Swollen and angry, the tip of his dick pokes out of the waistband of his boxers, begging.
A small sound makes its way up my throat, and Alec’s rough hands finally land on me.
My eyes close as he grips my forearms, pulling my chest closer, all while holding me back, keeping me from getting too close.
“Open your eyes.” He speaks in a low timbre that vibrates through me.
With a deep inhale, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, ever so slowly peeling my eyes open.
I’m met with fiery green eyes, so dark and daring, angry and lust-filled.
His hands slide up and over my shoulders and then down my back, his fingertips scraping across my T-shirt. When he reaches my bare ass, he takes a shuddering breath and then cups it in his large hands. He lifts me from the mattress, quickly folding his legs beneath me so he can place me on his lap, finally letting me feel all of him. The heat of his skin, the thickness of his hard-on.
His hands shoot to my hips where he holds me in place.
Eyes on mine, he dips his head, only breaking contact when he reaches my neck where he slowly blows hot air against my goose bump-covered skin. His head slowly turns, so the heat of his deep exhale fans across my neck to my ear and then mouth. His eyes come back to mine. They’re only half-open now, his want almost at the peak of no control.
I want him to lose it.
I want to feel all of him.
My body shudders when my palms meet his pecs, my fingers fanning across them, needing to touch as much of his skin as possible. His muscles tighten, and my eyes briefly cut to his and then back.
Ink. Everywhere. Intricate twists and detailed designs cover every inch of his chest. And what a canvas he makes.
My hands slide lower, my thighs tightening around him as his abs constrict under my touch, thick, defined ridges becoming even more intense.
Right before I get there, before I feel what I’m assuming is the silkiest part of him, his knuckle hooks under my chin, and he slowly returns my gaze to his.
And, oh my God, those eyes. Fully dilated. Hungry.
He’s so ready.
Good thing because so am I.
With the new leeway I have, I push closer, bringing my chest to his, letting him feel my hard nipples through my shirt.
He growls, pushing on my back, bringing me even closer, and I gasp, the form of his dick now positioned perfectly against the slit of my pussy.
“Kiss me,” I breathe.
“No.”
My eyes fly to his.
“Don’t beg,” he demands. “You want it?” One dark brow rises. “Take it. You need it? Prove it.”
He sees it, the hunger consuming me, and he continues, giving me that final push, overwhelming the last of my senses.
“You want me?” he all but growls, a tremor shooting through him as the possibility lights him up. “Fucking show me.”
A slow grin starts to stretch across my lips, but it never makes it all the way out because I slam my lips onto his, sighing through a deep moan the moment his fevered lips hit mine.
His lips are soft but firm, starving and slightly abraded from the heated environment he trains in. So unexpected and slick, so tough and wanting. So Alec.
Because that’s what he is.
He’s rough edges with a smooth interior, dark days with bright nights.
He’s the wrong kind of right.
And, right now, his mouth is pure clarity.
Nothing has ever felt so right, so real and raw.
This man is foreign to me, yet his touch feels so familiar.
When he growls into my mouth, my body shakes against him, my hips rolling of their own accord.
He yanks his mouth from mine, his fist finding the hair at the base of my skull where he pulls gently, his lips dropping to my neck, making my teeth sink into my own.
“I hope you know what you just did,” he rasps before nipping at my skin and then drawing a line with his tongue to my ear. “That was it, Oakley. Final seal’s broken.” He pulls back to look at me.
I stare at him, too far gone to respond.
“You got that, right?”
My hands lazily slide up his chest until I can grab the back of his neck and yank him to me.
He allows it, allows me to pull myself up high. His legs come up, bending at the knees so that I’m wedged between his thighs and torso.
I lean forward, sinking my teeth into his lip before plunging my tongue into his mouth.