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)
Her hands found my wrist, her fingers tightening to drag me closer instead of pushing me away. My palm flattened over her hip, my thumb brushing the hem of her shirt. Rough calluses met smooth skin. Fabric whispered up her side, the sound loud in the quiet. Our breaths tangled—half groan, half laughter, that edge right before control snapped.
I caught her mouth again, deeper this time, tasting the heat she’d been holding back. My free hand came up to frame her face. I dragged my thumb across her lower lip, watching it tremble. “I want to feel every inch of you under my hands.”
Her eyes flicked up to mine, and she whispered, “Then stop talking.”
I smiled. A low, dangerous curve that matched the intent in my eyes.
Then I toed off my boots before I gripped the hem of her shirt and dragged it upward, slow enough to feel every tremor that passed through her. The fabric slid over her ribs, catching for a breath against the swell of her breasts before lifting free. Goose bumps followed my hands. She raised her arms, and I peeled the shirt off, tossing it aside without looking away.
The sight of her stole the air from my lungs. I palmed the round curves of her tits, filling my hands so perfectly. My thumbs brushed over the flushed peaks until her breath broke on a soft sound.
“So fucking perfect,” I rasped.
Her skin was warm against my hands, smooth except for the racing beat beneath it. I let my fingers trail around to her back, unclasping her bra in one practiced motion. It slipped down her arms and hit the floor, quickly forgotten.
Her tits bounced with each choppy breath, and my tongue tingled, remembering how her nipples felt in my mouth.
Her hands found the zipper of my cut and dragged it down. The leather fell from my shoulders with a whisper of rustled fabric. Her fingers caught the bottom of my shirt next, tugging until I helped her, ripping it over my head and letting it drop to the floor.
Her palms spread over my chest, tracing every ridge and scar, paying special attention to the birds inked low on the left side of my abs, her touch equal parts wonder and possession. The look in her eyes said she wanted this as much as I did.
I dropped my gaze to the button on her jeans, and heat licked up my spine at the knowledge of what was beneath. My cock throbbed, straining my grip on my control.
My thumbs hooked into the waistband of her pants and panties, and I paused just long enough to catch her gaze again. Her pupils were blown wide, her breath shallow.
Her fingers tightened on my shoulders as I roughly dragged the denim and cotton down together until she stepped free, bare feet brushing the cool floor.
When her fingers went for the button on my jeans, they shook with urgency. She fumbled, and I caught her hand and guided it, the corner of my mouth lifting in a crooked grin.
“Impatient?”
Her eyes flicked up. “You started it.”
A bark of laughter burst from my lips. Damn, I fucking adored this woman.
Love. You fucking love her.
Yeah. But now wasn’t the right time to tell her.
My belt buckle hit the floor with a metallic clink. Denim rasped down my skin. The temperature drop was sharp, and every inch of exposed flesh was hypersensitive to the contrast between heat and cool.
For a heartbeat, I just looked at her.
Sunlight slanted across her skin, gilding every curve in gold. Her generous tits lifted with each breath, high and soft, the tips still flushed rose from my earlier touch. The light traced the smooth line between her thighs, her pussy glinting faintly where her arousal was already gathering.
She shook, desire turning her stormy-gray eyes to the color of steel.
“Perfect,” I breathed, the word more like a vow than an observation. Fucking perfect.
My gaze dragged from her throat down the curve of her stomach to the place I wanted most. Every inch of her was mine now, whether she realized it or not.
I bit back a groan, tension coiling low until it felt like my body might tear itself apart.
The small space between us felt alive, pulsing, until I couldn’t stand not touching her.
I stepped closer, then stopped.
“You have no idea what you do to me.” My hand slid up her inner thigh, stopping just shy of the heat radiating from her. I brushed a fingertip over her folds, just enough to make her breath hitch. “Already drenched for me.”
She swayed toward me—her eyes half-lidded and lips parted. My body went tight, the leash restraining me about to break.
“This is your last warning,” I growled, “I’m done goin’ slow.”
Alanna let out a cute little huff. “Stop teasing me.”
Her words hit like a spark to a fuse.