Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 90009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
A sleepy smile curves her lips. “Girls’ night ran late. Rina got tipsy off two glasses of wine, and we finished all the pastries Callie brought. We talked and laughed a lot. It was exactly what we all needed.”
I sink onto the couch beside her, letting the cushion dip and tilt us toward each other. Unable to help myself, my hand settles on her thigh. Her skin is warm beneath my palm. “I’m glad. You deserve it.”
She tips her head, her eyes filled with curiosity. “How was your night?”
I shrug. “Fine.”
The truth?
I spent the entire evening half-listening to Knox and River, pretending to give a damn about the game replayed on the TVs at The Rail Yard. All while counting the minutes until I could come home and wrap myself around this woman.
“I missed you,” I say, letting my hand glide a little higher along her silken thigh.
She shifts closer before swinging one leg over my lap until she straddles me. The T-shirt she’s wearing slides higher on her hips, and that’s the exact moment I realize she’s not wearing panties.
My cock reacts before my brain can catch up, pressing hard against my jeans.
She smirks, her lips curving into a devilish smile. “See something you like?”
“Yeah,” I rasp. “Been thinking about it all fucking night.”
She leans in and brushes a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “I missed you too.”
That’s all it takes for my restraint to break. My hands slide up her thighs, caressing the swell of her ass, squeezing gently as I guide her closer.
“How the hell did I go ten years without having you?” I whisper, more to myself than to her.
She rocks her hips against me. “Not sure. Maybe you should focus on making up for lost time.”
My lips curve. “Oh, trust me. I plan to.”
I draw her T-shirt over her head, baring her to the moonlight. Her skin glows under its silver kiss, so beautiful it nearly drops me to my knees.
She undoes the buttons of my shirt with quick, sure fingers, shoving the fabric off my shoulders before dragging her lips across my pec. The feel of her makes me want to lay her out and worship every inch of her body.
“Seems like my baby’s been horny all night long,” I murmur, loving the idea of it.
She blushes but doesn’t look away. “I couldn’t stop thinking about what you’d do to me when you got home,” she whispers. “Every time I looked at the coffee table, I thought about the way you made me come with your cigar.”
A low, ragged groan rips from my chest as I palm her breasts. “I love this side of you.” I brush my thumbs over her nipples until she gasps. “The one who likes to be played with. Spanked. Tasted. Owned.”
By me.
And only me.
“And before I’m done,” I promise against her mouth, “I’ll have every inch of you. Every moan. Every last tremble. I’m going to satisfy you in ways no one else ever has.”
She shudders in my lap, already slick and needy.
“You make me feel so good,” she admits.
“Prepare for more, baby,” I grit out. “Because I’m nowhere near finished with you.”
In one smooth motion, I lift her into my arms. Her legs lock around my waist and her drenched heat presses against my abs as I carry her across the room and pin her against the window. The cool glass draws a gasp from her lips as it kisses her spine.
I take her in, haloed by the skyline behind her, and I know in this moment, I’ll never get enough.
Not in this lifetime.
And not in the next.
“Do you understand that you belong to me now?” I whisper against her lips.
She nods, silent and wide-eyed.
But that’s not enough.
Not even close.
“Say it,” I demand.
“I belong to you,” she whispers, voice shaking but sure. “Just you.”
“That’s right.”
I grind my cock against her, making her whimper as her nails dig into my shoulders.
I kiss her like a man starved.
Because that’s exactly what I am.
In one swift movement, I unzip my jeans, freeing my cock before sliding into her with one deep, claiming thrust.
Her body arches against the window, clenching tight around me.
“Fuck, you’re so damn perfect,” I groan, bracing her as I begin to move.
Slowly at first.
Then harder.
Deeper.
I drive into her with the need to brand myself on her skin and carve my name into her soul.
Her moans echo in the night air until she shatters in my arms, all the while crying out my name like a prayer. That’s all it takes for me to follow her over the precipice, spilling inside her with a groan that sounds more like a vow.
Afterward, I hold her close, her head tucked beneath my chin, our bodies tangled, exhausted and still.
I press a kiss to her damp forehead and whisper, “Now that’s how you end a night, lucky charm.”