Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
“Aren’t we enemies?” I pant. “Enemies don’t kiss.”
“But I’m a good kisser.”
Of course you are, you beautiful, cocky asshole.
“Kissing…” I can barely breathe around the intensity of my need for this man. “It’s intimate.”
I see him doing the math. Intimacy equals vulnerability equals no thank you.
His hand is on my side now. It’s moving inside my shirt. Now he’s thumbing my nipple through the silky fabric of my bra.
The pierced one.
He goes still. Thumbs my nipple again, drawing it to a taut, overly sensitive point. “What’s this?”
There’s a smile in his voice. Like he’s pleasantly surprised by what he’s found.
“I was eighteen. Out of the house for the first time in my life. I”—my breath catches when he gently plucks my nipple between his thumb and forefinger—“it was an act of rebellion. I was sick of being as harmless as I was in high school. So yeah. I got my nipple pierced.”
He groans. Quiet enough that Dean won’t hear it inside, but the sound sends a shiver through me nonetheless.
“Never would’ve guessed.” Colton explores the piercing with a tenderness that sends my pulse into a tailspin. “You. Perfect princess. With a nipple piercing. Fuck, honey. Just…fuck.”
I let out a pained chuckle. “I’m not perfect. And I’m not a princess.”
“Prove me wrong.” He sinks his teeth into my neck.
My right knee gives out. Literally turns to Jell-O. One minute into this encounter, and I’m already a shaking, wrung-out wreck.
This man wrecks me. In all the best ways.
Then he’s trailing his mouth down my throat. He’s giving my nipple a gentle pinch before reaching between us to slide a hand inside the elastic waistband of my skirt. I have to thank the universe for that stroke of luck.
It’s like she was looking out for me. Making sure I was easily accessible for, well, this.
“You ain’t gonna let me kiss you here.” His other hand moves from the house to my lips, his first finger pressing against my mouth. “Can I kiss you here instead?”
Without hesitation, his hand moves inside my underwear and finds my center. We both gasp when his middle finger glides through my slit with ease.
A dead giveaway.
A confession of sorts.
My face burns. I close my eyes.
“You can hate me all you want, Dallas.” His fingertip catches on my clit, and I dig my fingernails into his side. “But your body don’t lie.”
Pressure. So much pressure behind my closed eyes and between my legs. It tightens. Is edged with pain.
I want to come so badly I could cry.
“Lemme kiss you here,” he repeats, circling my clit. “Say yes.”
My legs shake. “Please, Colton—”
“That a yes?”
I nod. “Yes, goddamn it.”
Another dark, velvety chuckle as his thick finger moves back and slips inside me. “So fuckin’ soft for someone who’s so hard on herself.” He pushes his finger farther, a burning stretch blooming to life there. “So hard on me.”
I rock my hips so that I’m riding his hand. His finger is large enough to hurt a little. But I like it.
“That’s rich,” I pant. “Coming from you.”
He straightens his neck so that he can look me in the eye. “I’m hard on you because—”
“You’re hard on yourself too.” I cup his face with my hand, reveling in the feel of his scruff poking into my palm. “That’s what I meant.”
His expression flickers. Nostrils flare. All the while, he pushes his finger deeper inside me, then starts thrusting it.
He’s angry.
He’s thinking.
“Why don’t we leave that shit at the door tonight, then?” His jaw keeps ticking. “We ain’t all that good to ourselves. But maybe we can be good to each other.”
My stomach swoops violently at this very real show of emotion. “I know you’re gonna love to show me how it’s done.”
He thrusts his finger one last time. Deep enough to make my breath catch. He’s leaning in, his breath hot on my ear.
“You’re tight. We’re gonna have to do some prep before I fuck you here. You’ll let me fuck you, yeah? Because I’m good at that too.”
My skin goes up in flames. He’s being obscene. Forward. Presumptuous.
I love it.
“Yeah. The hurt—sometimes it’s good.”
He bites my earlobe, making me yelp. At the same time, he circles my clit with his fingertips. “You’re one fucking surprise after another. It’s infuriating.”
“The good kind of infuriating, I hope?”
He chuckles. Then he’s falling to his knees and he’s pushing up my skirt and pulling down my underwear. “Yes. The good kind.”
I hiss at the rush of fresh air against my aching center. He arcs his thumb over the spot on my thigh where he bit me.
“That hurt?”
I shake my head. “The reminder of what we did—I like it.”
He leans in and presses the gentlest of kisses to the same spot, soothing it with his lips and tongue. But it’s when he hooks my leg over his shoulder and looks up at me that I stop being able to breathe.