Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 92734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Carrigan wasted no time twisting around to scramble for the latch. There were a handful of condoms in there, and she grabbed the first one she came into contact with. She tore it open and rolled the condom over his cock, trying to slow down when he cursed. But she wasn’t in a teasing mood. Not anymore. No, she needed it hard and fast and now.
He seemed to be feeling the same way, because he urged her up and then slammed her down on his cock, filling her completely. The breath left her lungs, her thoughts left her head, and there was nothing except James’s ice blue eyes on hers. He ran his hands up her sides, pausing to cup her breasts. He ran a single finger over the tattoo curving around her left one. “Ink?”
She shifted, biting back a moan, and then did it again. “Do you really want to talk about this right now?”
He hesitated, as if he really did want to talk about it, but finally shook his head. “Later.”
There wouldn’t be a later. She didn’t want to trade secrets. The things they’d talked about tonight were already enough to leave her feeling raw and vulnerable. She didn’t need more. So Carrigan leaned down and kissed him. He growled against her mouth and shifted them, laying her down on the backseat. The new position shoved him even deeper inside her and she moaned. Yes. This. This is what I need.
He knew it, too.
James hooked her leg over his arm and spread her wider, so he could grind against her clit. “This is what you want, lovely.” He pulled almost all the way out and thrust hard enough that she had to reach over her head with one hand to keep from sliding into the side of the car. He jerked her back down and did it again. “You want my cock, you want the way it feels when I fuck you.”
Yes. Oh God, yes. But she clamped her mouth shut to keep the words inside. She wouldn’t give him more than she already had. “Stop. Talking. And. Fuck. Me.”
The bastard laughed. “Struck a nerve, didn’t I?” He dug a hand into her hair and held her close as he did exactly what she demanded. James fucked her like this was his heaven, like each stroke might be his last, like he’d never get enough. “And you damn well know how much I like to talk when I’m inside you.” He kept going, never breaking stride, though his voice had dropped an octave. “You make me wild, lovely. You’re so wet and tight, and the noises coming out of your mouth make me never want to stop.”
She never wanted him to stop. She bit his shoulder. “Harder.”
“Hell, lovely, I’d give you damn near anything you wanted if you demand it in that voice.”
Take me away. Once again, she managed to stop the words before they left her lips. That wasn’t what this thing with James was about. He was here to make her forget for a little while. Not forever. There was an expiration date on what they were doing, and she’d be a fool to forget that. So she gripped his hair and held him tight. “Make me come, James.”
He kept up that delicious rhythm that had her spiraling closer and closer to the edge with each thrust. “Next time you’ll be coming against my mouth. I’m going to fucking worship your pussy with my tongue until you’re begging.” He slammed into her. “You want that.”
It wasn’t a question, but it didn’t matter. She answered anyway. “Yes. Oh God, yes.” Her mind shattered into a million pieces, scattering to the wind, and she clung to him as he kept going until his rhythm faltered and he followed her over the edge with a curse.
She slowly came back to herself one sense at a time. The sound of his rough breathing. The intoxicating smell of sex and leather. The way he held her like she was something precious. Her heartbeat picked up. I’ve just made a terrible mistake.
* * *
Everything had changed.
James rolled over, taking Carrigan with him, so that she was sprawled across his chest—as much as a person could sprawl in this backseat. She’d gone tense, so he figured it was only a matter of time before she bolted. Though, considering where they were, she wasn’t going to get far. He stroked a hand down her hair. “Breathe, lovely.”
“I am breathing.” She started to move off him but stopped when she must have realized there was nowhere to go but the floorboard. “You’re not going to toss me into the trunk, are you?”
Guilt threatened to choke him, but he forced it down. “Don’t throw that in my face. We’re past it.”
“You might be. Maybe I’m not.” She reached around and came up with her dress. “Please take me home.”