Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
She was ripping me to shreds.
She was everything I needed, everything I’d been missing, so I didn’t even think about resisting when she reached for the hem of my shirt. I just leaned forward, helping her ease it over my head. I kicked off my jeans, then made quick work of them and my boxers.
She watched with lust-filled eyes as I lay down on the bed next to her. I began to trace the slope of her breast with my fingertips, and goosebumps rose to her flesh. Damn. I loved the feel of her skin against mine.
My mouth moved to her neck, and I began kissing and nipping gently at her soft skin. A soft whimper vibrated through her chest as I traveled to her collarbone and then her breast. I rolled my tongue around her nipple and watched with satisfaction when she arched her back off the bed, silently pleading for more.
Damn.
The woman was unreasonably perfect.
Hell, everything about her had me burning for more.
I reached down and grabbed a condom from my wallet. I rolled it down my throbbing cock, then eased on top of her. Eager for more, she slipped her legs around my waist, pulling me close.
I raked my throbbing erection against her, and as soon as I felt how warm and wet she was, I nearly lost it. I slid deep inside her, giving her every aching inch of my cock.
Fuck.
She felt too damn good—so warm and wet. “Do you see what you do to me?”
“Walker,” was the only word she could muster.
I slowly withdrew, and a slight hiss slipped through her teeth as I drove into her again and again—each time a bit faster and more unforgiving. Her heels dug into my back as she muttered my name over and over again.
I loved the feeling of her beneath me, but I needed more. I placed my hands on her hips and rolled to my back, positioning her on top with her knees straddling me at my sides. Her eyes fixed on mine as she lowered down on my cock, taking me in deep.
Her eyes clamped shut as she gasped with pleasure. I loved seeing her come apart, knowing I was in complete control as I watched her body respond to my touch. I wanted to hear all of her little gasps and whimpers again and again.
Her nails dug into my back as she gasped, “You feel so good.”
“That’s all you, baby.”
Her thighs tightened as she began to rock against me with a slow and steady pace. I heard my name slip from her lips, making my heart pound as I looked up at her. Damn, she was so fucking beautiful.
There was something oddly disarming about this woman. It brought out my primal need to claim her in every way imaginable. I didn’t think I had it in me to want a woman like this again, but there was no denying it. She’d gotten under my skin, and she’d done it without even trying.
Heat surged through me, adding to the building pressure at the base of my cock. It felt incredible. She felt incredible, but I wanted more. So, I slipped my hand down between her thighs and slid the pad of my thumb over her clit. Her moans filled the room as I brought her closer to her release.
Her muscles quivered as she continued to writhe in slow, silky movements. We were both coming close to the edge. She cried out in pleasure as her head fell back and her body jolted above me, her nails biting into my shoulders as her pace quickened.
I placed my hands on her hips, guiding her into a demanding pace. Panting and breathless, she clamped down around my cock, making me even harder, and muttered my name under her breath. "There she is."
Her body began to tremble with her impending orgasm, and when it finally broke, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Fuck!” I roared as my hands went to her hips, holding her firmly in place as I came right along with her. Moments later, she collapsed on top of me with her head resting on my shoulder for a moment before lowering herself down onto the bed next to me. I quickly disposed of the condom, then pulled her over to me.
Her breath was still strained as she rested her head on my chest once again and let out a deep breath.
We’d been lying there for several moments when she whispered, “I’m really glad you're thinking about staying.”
I glanced down at her, tracing the lines of my tattoos with the tip of her fingers, like her words hadn’t taken any courage to say. But something about the way she said it sat heavier than it should have. I got the feeling she wasn’t talking about Fury or even Little Rock. She was talking about this.