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)
He drew in a deep breath, his shoulders rising as if he were bracing for impact. “Because I know that if I open my mouth, I’m gonna tell you that since the wedding, I haven’t seen you as anything but a gorgeous, sexy, amazing woman who makes me want things I shouldn’t.”
The storm cracked outside, lightning flooding the room again.
I moved close enough to feel the heat coming off his skin. “What if I want those things too?”
His eyes darkened, and for once, he didn’t look away.
The air between us tightened until I could barely breathe. The storm outside raged louder, wind clawing at the shutters and thunder rolling in like a warning. But all I could focus on was him.
“There’d be no going back, Alanna. You get that?” His hands settled at my hips, his fingers digging in just enough to make my pulse jump. “If you give yourself to me, I’ll fucking never let you go. You ready to say goodbye to your relationship with Jax?”
I lifted my chin, refusing to look away. “I love my brother, Chance. But I want you more.”
His control cracked. His growl vibrated straight through me. Then his mouth was on mine.
The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was rough and desperate. Consuming.
His stubble scraped my skin, his taste flooding my senses, and I clutched at his shoulders like I could anchor myself against the force of him.
When his tongue swept inside, I made a small sound against his mouth. The kind that had him dragging me closer until I felt every inch of muscle and heat pressed against me.
He broke the kiss just long enough to murmur against my lips, “If I take this any further, there’s no going back.”
“I don’t want to go back,” I breathed.
His eyes searched mine, giving me one last chance to pull away. But I didn’t.
His hand slid up my spine, gripping the back of my neck as he kissed me again. The other traced the hem of his shirt where it skimmed my thighs, rough fingertips brushing bare skin. The contact stole my breath.
“Fuck.” The word was a prayer and a curse.
Lightning flashed again, flooding the kitchen with white light as he lifted me onto the counter. My legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, and he caught my gasp with another kiss.
“Say it,” he demanded against my lips. “I need to hear it again, that you want me.”
“I want you, Chance.”
That was all it took.
His mouth crashed back to mine as his hand fisted in my hair. The other gripped my thigh to pull me closer.
The world narrowed to the rhythm of our breathing, the storm outside fading until nothing existed but heat, skin, and the sound of my name on his lips.
“This is gonna make you mine, Alanna.”
“I already was,” I confessed. “Always have been.”
“Always,” he echoed, lifting his head to search my face. “You tryin’ to tell me that you’re a virgin, beautiful? Did you keep that sweet pussy just for me?”
“Yes,” I whispered. His finger beneath my chin stopped my attempt to drop my gaze.
“That’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” He captured my lips again. “I’m grateful as fuck that you waited for me. That I’m the only man who gets to see you fly apart like you’re gonna do for me. Now.”
His ice-blue eyes were dark with intent as he gripped my hips and yanked me to the edge of the counter. The sudden movement stole my breath, my legs dangling as he stepped closer, his sweatpants straining against his arousal.
His fingers hooked into the lace of my panties. With one fierce tug, he ripped them off, the sound of tearing fabric mingling with the storm’s howl, leaving me exposed and trembling under his gaze.
His hands spread my thighs wider, his palms rough against my skin, and then he dropped to his knees, his mouth claiming me with a hunger that made me cry out. His tongue was relentless, teasing and tasting, circling that sensitive spot until my hips bucked against him.
I gripped the counter’s edge, my head falling back as waves of pleasure built. “Chance, yes! Oh yes!”
“Mine.”
The vibration of his voice pushed me closer until I couldn’t hold on any longer. My body shattered, an orgasm ripping through me with a scream that the thunder swallowed.
He rose, his stubble glistening with my release and his eyes burning with triumph as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“That’s just the start,” he rasped, stepping between my legs again, his hands reclaiming my hips. “Gonna feel you squeeze my cock the next time you come.”
I was still reeling from the intensity of my orgasm when he shoved his sweatpants down. The counter was cold beneath me, but his heat seared through, his hands sliding under the shirt to grip my hips and pull me flush against him. His hardness pressed against me without any barrier between us, which only fueled the fire as he positioned himself at my entrance.