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)
That had him laughing out loud. “You have no idea how good.” He scratched his left pec where an inked bird, she didn’t know what kind, soared. It seemed to be a bird of prey of some sort, but she knew shit about birds beyond the fact that his tattoo mesmerized her. Izzy did outstanding work, and when he moved in the right way, the bird seemed to flap its wings. “Maybe one day I’ll show you the ones my buddy did. They’re not available to just anyone.” He winked.
Fucking winked.
Christ.
She fanned herself as sweat broke out across her hairline. “Is your air conditioning broken or something?” The temperature in the house felt near boiling.
“Nah, fully functional.”
Of course. Maybe he didn’t turn it on. Something was making the house unbearably warm.
Or maybe you’re a horny bitch who can’t walk away from the one man you can’t have.
Okay, she could do this. She could be a mature adult, stand up, and leave Saint’s damn house without giving in to her baser urges.
Every second of the night before had played through her mind countless times since she’d left him, with each memory being better than the last except for one very significant fact.
She hadn’t gotten to touch him.
To taste him.
To hear his moans.
To see him come.
And suddenly, it felt so wrong that it overwhelmed her.
But Saint had been the one to come to his senses last night, so she had to try today at least.
She stood. “Well, I’m gonna head out. I’ll—”
“Come here.” The command snapped out like the crack of a whip in the quiet house.
She stopped breathing.
Go to him.
Walk out the door.
The internal battle raged loudly and fiercely inside her head.
“Beth…” His voice beckoned her. A sensual promise for a repeat of last night. More forbidden pleasure no one would know about. No one could know about.
Instead of saying goodbye and running out the door as she should, since she’d already fucked up his life enough, she stepped toward him, drawn by Saint’s magnetic pull.
His gaze darkened and heated until she could feel the warmth on her skin. His attention locked onto her, following every move she made. When she was close, he widened his legs and glanced down between them before looking back up at her. A non-verbal command she followed at once, stepping between his muscular thighs.
“Saint,” she whispered. “We can’t…”
“What do you want? Fuck everything else, fuck everyone else. What do you want right here and right now?”
Time slowed as they stared at each other. Her heartbeat thudded slowly and steadily, pulsing in her ears. She swallowed.
“I want to make you feel as good right now as you made me feel last night.”
His eyes widened, and he sucked in a breath.
No doubt he thought she’d say she wanted his hands on her again, and she did, but first she wanted a turn at driving him out of his mind.
“Fuck.” His head fell back on the couch as he swore. When he raised back up, the primal desire staring back at her stole her breath. He lifted his hips, hooked his thumbs in the sides of his sweats, and shoved them down, kicking them off in one fluid move.
And there he was gloriously and unapologetically naked.
Her gaze dropped to his cock, thick and flushed dark with arousal, already leaking at the tip as it curved up toward his abs like it was begging for her attention. God, he was big. Her inner walls clenched at the thought of taking all of him.
“Have at it.”
Her mouth watered. It had been a long time since she wanted to give a man head. She wanted to lick and suck while feeling the weight of a cock in her mouth. But she wanted it now more than anything.
“You’re sure?” she asked in a moment of sanity. “Be sure, Saint, because this is such a bad idea.”
“I’m fucking sure, Beth. I want your mouth, I want your hands, and I want your pussy.”
Her eyes widened, and her sex clenched.
“Fuck everything else.”
“Fuck everything else,” she whispered. There were only so many ways she could make sure he understood the gravity of the situation. They wanted each other, both fully aware of the consequences. And though they’d protect this in secret as much as they could, should the worst happen before it burned itself out and someone discovered them, she’d do her damnedest to shield him from Copper’s wrath.
He winked, and the simple, playful action sealed the deal for good.
She sank to her knees on his plush carpet, giving him a wicked grin.
“Look at you on your knees for me.” His voice dipped, rough and hungry. “You gonna let me fill that pretty mouth, Beth? Let me feel that throat swallow around my cock?”
“I am.” She glided her hands up his inked, lightly furred thighs as she inched closer on her knees. “And I’m going to make you lose your mind.”