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)
I caught her mouth and kissed her—hard and deep, no hesitation left. The kind of kiss that shook loose the rest of the world. Tongues exploring, tasting, and stealing parts of our souls.
We stumbled through the room, half blind and half drunk on each other. One hand cupped the back of her neck, and the other found her hip and steered her toward the bed. We bumped into the dresser, and she giggled against my mouth, breathless. The sound burned straight through my chest.
“You think I’m teasing, huh?” I rasped between kisses. “Keep talking and find out.”
Her answer was a sigh that melted against my lips.
The taste of her—salt, vanilla, and that something sweet I couldn’t name—was more tempting than any addiction I’d ever tried to quit. Her nails slid across my shoulders, down my back, scratching my flesh just enough to sting. When the backs of her knees hit the mattress, I eased her down and followed, bracing myself on one arm so I didn’t crush her, the other tracing the curve of her waist.
The sheets were cool under her, her skin almost glowing against them. I broke the kiss, dragged my mouth down her throat, and felt her pulse thrum under my tongue. The soft hitch in her breath was a dare I answered with another slow trail over her shoulder.
She made a soft noise that could’ve been my name or a prayer.
“Fuck, baby. Can’t get enough of that sound.”
I mapped her with my mouth, stopping to eat up the sight of her full, round globes and their hard tips. Cupping both, I traced my tongue around one nipple, then sucked it deep into my mouth, while my free hand brushed my thumb over the other in slow, rhythmic circles before twisting and plucking it to drive her crazy. I alternated my attention, using my mouth and hands, reading her breath and sounds as cues. The catch in her breathing every time I changed the pressure, her fingers tugging on my hair, grasping it like a lifeline.
“Chance,” she moaned, making my cock leak, begging to be inside her. But I wasn’t ready yet.
“That’s it,” I rasped. “Let me hear you.”
Every whimper, every moan, they buzzed along my skin like an electric current and pulled another low growl out of me.
Moving on, I glided down her body, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses in my wake. My palms framed her waist, my tongue tracing every dip of her hips, then her belly, and followed the faint tremor that ran through her stomach muscles. The air smelled like her skin, clean sheets, and the hunger pouring off both of us.
I paused, breathing her in before my eyes flicked up to her face, then returned to her stomach. The muscles fluttered again under my hot gaze, and something twisted deep inside me. For a second, the world shrank to that spot and thoughts I shouldn’t have had but did anyway. Flashes of a future I’d never thought I’d want—Alanna carrying my child, holding our baby for the first time, and chasing around a cute little toddler that looked just like her beautiful mommy.
My throat went tight. Mine. Forever.
I gently kissed the skin just below her navel, my voice dropping to a rasp but layered with determination. “Nothing between us, not tonight, Alanna. Not one damn thing.”
Not that I’d made any effort to wrap it up any of the other times we fucked. But this was different. I wanted her to know. This was permanent, and I intended to make her mine in every way, including knocking her the fuck up.
Her eyes met mine, soft and uncertain. “Are you sure?”
“Never been more sure, beautiful.” I cupped her center, using a little pressure to make my point. “You’re mine. Every inch of you. Especially this tight little pussy, and I’m gonna breed it, baby.”
Alanna didn’t say anything, but her gray eyes shone with hope, and she sighed softly, relieved…as if I’d calmed a storm inside her.
“I want to hear you say it,” I growled. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” she whispered.
That broke what little control I had left.
The edge in my voice returned, quiet and lethal. “Hold still, baby. This is where I lose every bit of control I have left.”
I shifted lower, spreading her thighs as wide as they would go, then settled my shoulders between them. My tongue traced her seam, and I groaned at the sweet taste. “Fuck, your pussy is my new addiction.”
But I had no intention of quitting this one.
Using my thumbs, I parted her southern lips, and my mouth watered at the swollen pink flesh, drenched in her juices.
“Soaking wet. It’s all for me, isn’t it, baby?”
“Yes,” she panted, her hips trying to buck up, but I wouldn’t let her move. “Chance, please.”
“You beg so fucking pretty. Can’t help giving you what you want.”