Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Finally, she took a step closer, and her fingers brushed my forearm. Tentative, as though she wasn’t sure if she was allowed. That was all it took to knock something loose in me, rattling my sense of reality so I forgot all the reasons I shouldn’t have her.
The air between us changed—warmer, heavier. Every part of me went still. Her eyes lifted, wide and searching, and I felt that slow, familiar burn start low in my gut. The one I’d been pretending didn’t exist since the day I saw her at the wedding.
I stepped in before I could stop myself.
My palm hit the door beside her head, the wood thudding beneath it. My other hand found her jaw—warm and smooth under my calluses.
I dragged my thumb over her velvety bottom lip, and the air between us thickened.
She tilted her chin up, eyes wide, and her breath caught. The sound—half gasp, half question—killed what was left of my control.
Warnings blared in my head like neon signs.
Don’t do it.
She’s Jax’s sister, asshole.
Yeah, it didn’t fucking matter.
My voice was a growl against her mouth. “Can’t fucking fight it anymore.”
Then I kissed her. Hard. No hesitation. And all the reasons this was incredibly stupid deserted me.
I felt her stiffen with shock, then she surrendered. She grabbed my shirt with a small gasp and pulled me closer. Then she arched against me, her soft body pressing against me, and she trembled. Not from fear. From want.
Heat spiked low in my gut, the burn sharp and insistent. Her lips opened under mine, and I took more. Everything. The taste of her was sweet and clean, something I didn’t even know I’d been starving for.
I groaned into her mouth, the sound rough and low, my hands sliding from the door to her hips, hauling her even closer until there was no space left between us. Her breath mixed with mine, fast and shallow, making my pulse pound like a hammer.
Everything I’d been holding inside—the desire, the distance, and the addiction—ignited with one hit of her.
It was too late to stop.
But I was too far gone to care.
When I pulled back just a little, needing to breathe, Alanna tried to inhale, but she ended up panting and sucking in great gulps of air. I was in a similar state.
We were standing in the wreckage of that kiss, staring like we didn’t recognize each other anymore. Maybe we didn’t.
This was different from when she walked down that aisle, and I opened my eyes, finally seeing that she’d grown up. But the woman in front of me…she was like a fantasy. And I was fucking screwed. Because now, I couldn’t tell myself that was all it was.
Not when I knew she was real and that she put every fantasy I’d ever had of her to shame. And the only thing going through my mind was…more.
Her hand found the door handle behind her, fingers fumbling. So I reached past her, twisted it open, and pushed us both through. The click of the latch sounded final. As if it was shutting the door on the man I was just a few minutes ago. One who hadn’t betrayed his brother for a taste of paradise.
Inside, it was dark except for a low lamp glowing near the couch. I walked her back until she bumped into the wall. My hand found her hip, my body crowding hers until her breath stuttered again.
Bending lower, I flicked my tongue in the hollow of her throat. She gasped, her head tipping back, giving me more. I fucking took it. My teeth scraped over her delicate skin before I bit just hard enough to hear a whimper falling from her lips as if she couldn’t hold it in.
“Fuck,” I murmured against her skin, my voice low and gritty. “You make more sounds like that, and I’m gonna lose my fucking mind.”
My mouth found her again, slower this time. Deeper, rougher, and hungrier. She answered me with another soft sound in her throat that nearly undid me.
The back of her head hit the wall, but her fingers dove into my hair. Dragging, tugging, begging. I grabbed the hem of her shirt and shoved it up, rougher than I should’ve. Her skin was warm and smooth, her stomach quivering at the light touch of my palm.
Her tongue flicked against mine—hesitant, as though she was learning me—and I lost what little patience I had left. I grabbed her hips, lifted her until her toes barely touched the floor, and pinned her in place against the wall.
Her breath broke against my mouth, and my name whispered from her lips. No…not my name.
“Chance,” I grunted.
“Huh?” Her gray eyes were cloudy with passion, the color reminding me of the sky when a thunderstorm rolled in.
“You call me Chance, baby.”
“But Jaxton told me to—um—he said no one calls you that.”