Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104403 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104403 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
She was disheveled and wide-eyed as she gulped air, so sexy he could barely think.
Too bad sexy-woman-induced insanity wouldn’t fly as a defense with Copper.
Beth blinked and seemed to come back to earth. “Saint, that was…” She shook her head. “Touch me,” she whispered. “Give me more.”
He released her chin, sliding his hand to her neck, where he rested it without squeezing. Beth stared at him with absolute trust, and after what she’d been through recently, he didn’t take that lightly. It made him feel like a king whose throne rested atop the highest mountain.
“Beth, if we do this, there’s no going back.”
The cat already clawed its way out of the bag, so no point in trying to wrangle it back in now.
“I know. I… I still want it. I want you, Saint.”
That’s all he needed to know. He kissed her again as his hands went to the button on her jean shorts. Pausing, he nipped her lip then waited for her breathless, “Yes. Please, yes, Saint,” before flicking the button open and lowering the zipper.
He flexed his erection into her back while sliding his hand into her panties, where he found her soaked. She immediately flexed her hips, increasing the contact. “Damn,” he whispered against her mouth. “Feeling needy, baby?”
“Guess you were right. He didn’t give me what I needed.”
Something dark and primal twisted in him. “Don’t mention that motherfucker again, especially not when my hand is in your fucking pants.” He punctuated the hardened command by brushing his thumb over her clit. “He doesn’t belong anywhere near us.”
Beth gasped as she shivered. “I won’t.”
He circled her opening, dipping his fingertip in, then swirling around again, loving the way she jerked and whimpered. “You wanna come?” he asked before nipping her lower lip.
“Yes.”
“Out here? Where anyone could drive by?” He stilled his hand, and she groaned. “Or should we head back to my place for some privacy?”
“No.” She shook her head and gyrated her hips. “Too far. I can’t wait. Please, Saint.”
“Please what, gorgeous?”
“Please make me come.”
“Such a good girl, asking so nicely,” he said as he slid one long finger inside her tight, wet pussy.
“Oh God.” Her walls clamped around him immediately, silky and scorching hot, gripping him like she never wanted to let go. He groaned against her temple as he drew out slowly, his finger glistening in the moonlight, before pushing back in.
“Good?” It was so hot and slick inside her, he couldn’t think of anything but how amazing the same grip would feel strangling his cock. He’d last about thirty seconds if he ever got inside her.
“S-so good. More. Please, more.”
He kissed her as he slid a second finger inside her, stretching her, and she moaned into his mouth, a broken, desperate sound that went straight to his dick. He was so hard it hurt, his cock leaking in his jeans, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was the wet heat clenching around his fingers and the way she rocked against his hand, fucking herself on him.
“That’s it,” he growled against her lips. “Take what you need, baby. Use me.”
She whimpered and moved faster, her hips rolling in a rhythm that made him want to bend her over his bike and bury himself inside her until neither of them could walk. He curled his fingers, searching for that spot, and when he found it, she cried out so loud it echoed off the mountains.
“Saint!” she shouted into the quiet night, her head falling back against his shoulder.
He latched onto her exposed throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark—a brand that said she’d been his tonight, even if only for these stolen minutes. His hand was fucking soaked, her arousal running down his wrist, and the obscene wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of her filled the night air.
“So fucking pretty,” he rasped against her skin, kissing his way up her neck to her jaw. “So wet for me. You have any idea how bad I want to drop to my knees and lick this pussy until you scream?”
She grabbed his forearm with both hands, digging her nails into the tattooed skin hard enough to sting as she used him for leverage. “I’m close,” she gasped. “God, Saint, I’m so close. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
A low, possessive rumble left his chest. “Come for me, Beth. Let me feel this pretty pussy squeeze my fingers. Show me what I do to you.”
He captured her mouth as he rubbed tight, fast circles over her swollen clit with his thumb. Her whole body went rigid, her back arching, and then she shattered, clenching around his fingers in rhythmic pulses as she screamed into his mouth. Her knees gave out completely, and he caught her weight easily, holding her up as wave after wave crashed through her.