Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
She swallowed hard, the move dragging his calluses against her sensitive skin. “I’m not wearing any.”
The look he sent her nearly had her on her knees, her legs shaking, her breath already coming in short gasps. “Good girl.”
* * *
Aiden knew he should put the brakes on this insanity. It was a bad idea, a distraction neither of them could afford. He stared at Charlie’s fuck-me-red lips telling him she wasn’t wearing any panties and reacted. “I’m not fucking you. Not today, not like this.”
Was there disappointment in those blue eyes of hers? He thought so. Aiden tightened his grip on her throat, just a little, claiming her even though he had no right to. “Make no mistake—I am going to fuck you, Charlie. I will spread your thighs, rip off your panties, and drive into you until your eyes roll back in your head and you see the face of God. But I will do it when I’m damn well ready.” He dipped his hand beneath the hem of her dress, slowly skating up the outside of her leg to her hip, taking the fabric with him until she was partially bared.
She shivered a little. “I don’t know that I put sex on the table.”
“It’s not on the table.” He turned, putting himself between her and the door, and backed her up against the desk. “Not today.” It was a mistake, but he couldn’t stop as he lifted her onto the desk.
You knew this was going to happen. Fuck, you even planned on it.
Not like this. He’d fully intended on seducing Charlie, but on his own terms. Control was vital for every aspect of his plan, including taking her to bed. He fought against the need to spread her legs and do exactly as he’d promised, right then and there. Not the time. You need her panting for it so she doesn’t start thinking too hard about why you picked her.
She braced her hands behind her, looking a little nervous. The fact that this woman had almost pulled a gun on him during their first encounter and was looking nervous now made him feel…He wasn’t sure how to put it into words. He wanted to reassure her, to pull them back onto safe ground. It was too damn bad there was no such thing as safe ground.
And it was all his doing.
“I’m going to touch you now.” Just touch. Not fuck. He needed the reminder as much as she did.
He leaned back and looked down her body. Her thighs were lean and muscled, showcasing God alone knew how many hours of hard work. And her pussy…His mouth watered at the sight. He tore his gaze away to look her in the face. “Unless you changed your mind.”
Charlie licked her lips, and he nearly groaned. “The argument still stands. Trial by fire and all that.”
He smiled a little at the comparison. “This will feel better than walking through fire.” He stroked her, gauging her reaction. He was already hard, but at her tiny little whimper, he damn near split his pants. “Tell me how you like it.” He paused, fighting for distance. Doing his best not to be swept away by the fact that she looked vulnerable for the first time since he’d met her. “Show me.”
“Right now?”
“Is there a better time?” He took her hand and pressed it against her lower abdomen. “Show me how to drive you wild.”
She touched herself, hesitantly at first, but when he stroked her thighs, her eyes slitted and her movements smoothed out. Aiden waited until he knew what she wanted, and then he took over. He rubbed her clit with the same little movements she’d done, watching her face. “Like that.”
“Yes.” Charlie nodded, letting her head fall back and her eyes slide shut.
He wanted to demand that she open her eyes and look at him, to acknowledge that she was teetering on the edge because of what he was doing to her, but there was no room for being possessive. It wouldn’t do either of them any favors.
He kept control through sheer force of will, but Aiden cursed aloud when he pushed a finger into her and she clamped down around him. “Fuck. You’ve been neglecting yourself, haven’t you?” He stroked her, keeping up the motion against her clit as he explored her from the inside. “You don’t have to answer that. I can tell. You wouldn’t be so tightly strung if you were fucking someone regularly.”
“Guess what?” She lifted her head and pinned him with a look. “The only thing I need from you is to make me come so we can get past this ridiculous roadblock. If I want to be psychoanalyzed, I’ll hire a shrink.”
There you are.
She’d been almost hesitant since she got into the car with him. He’d started to wonder if she couldn’t hold her own, if this was a mistake. “Then come, Charlie.” He pushed a second finger into her, feeling around until he found her sensitive spot. He crooked his finger against it, sheer satisfaction rolling through him at her gasp. “Let go.”