Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“My woman,” I mutter.
She tilts her head. “Isn’t that what boyfriends and—”
She gasps when I yank her against me and kiss her deeply. I can feel the shape of her body through the bathrobe, the luscious lumps of her breasts, the curviness of her body.
“Don’t make this about the fake boyfriend thing,” I tell her. “You weren’t in character when you said that.”
“So I’m your woman for real?” She says sarcastically. “Is that what you want me to say?”
“What if it was?”
My hands move as if with a mind of their own, gliding down her bathrobe, lifting the hem. I just need to feel her heat, her skin, the reality that she’s with me and she’s safe.
She moans and grinds against me. “Then I’d say you’re a little crazy, Rhett. Which is fine because I think I’m a little crazy too.”
She throws herself against me. I groan as my hands slide to her ass. I lift her off her feet, putting her on the counter, arching my back and driving my groin between her legs. Hard and unrelenting, my erection pressed against my pants, ready. She makes the sexiest gasping noise as I dry-hump her naked raw pussy.
I can feel her wetness through the fabric of my jeans, feel her lust swelling inside of her.
“We can’t just say this is forever.” She gasps between kisses. “You don’t know if you want that, and I can’t think about anything else until after… But this, here, oh, fuck…”
She shifts on the counter, grinding her pussy against the front of my pants, making me shiver and ache as I try to hold myself back. It’s like she’s coaxing the beast out of me again.
“I’ve never felt anything like this before,” she moans. “I never dreamed I could be so confident after… you know. But you changed me. This time, I want to be in charge. I want to take control.”
She gets a dark, lust-filled look in her eyes. I know she’s talking about more than the sex. She’s talking about killing a man.
“Then take control,” I groan, kissing her again.
She moans, breathes through the kiss, sinking her hands into my arms and squeezing so hard I know she’s going to leave a mark. I want her to tattoo me just like when she bit my shoulder. Even when this is over and she thinks we have to end, I want to remember her. The sting of falling for my Sunshine.
She pushes her hands against my chest, gently nudging me away, then slides off the counter and takes my hand. “Do you really think you can let me take control?” She says, looking over her shoulder at me. “Because right now, you’re looking at me like you’re going to lose it.”
“That’s because that’s how I feel,” I snarl.
She guides me into the bedroom, takes me by the arms, and pushes me onto the bed. I sink back, staring at her in awe. Her curves outlined the bathrobe, her cleavage peeking through, tempting.
“Even now, the thoughts are...” She motions to her head. “But you know what? I don’t care, Rhett. Because I’m taking control. And when you look at me like that, I feel like the most powerful woman alive.”
“Good,” I growl. “Because you are. I’m holding on for dear life, trying not to crush against me. To own you. To kiss and bite every curvy inch until you’re slick and dripping down my chin.”
She rubs her legs together as though she’s seeking friction, a gorgeous flush spreading from her cheeks and down her neck. I squeeze handfuls of the sheets to stop myself from leaping to my feet and tearing off her bathrobe.
She smiles when she sees the effort I’m taking, then takes off the towel on her head, shaking out her wet hair. She slides her hand down the front of her bathrobe, looking at me with her eyebrows raised. She looks so damn hot. So in control.
I’m proud of her and so horny I could bust at the same time.
“Do you want to see me?” she moans.
“I need to,” I growl. “Oh, fuck.”
The sight of her creamy body revealed inch by mouthwatering inch obliterates everything else from my mind. My manhood swells and pushes achingly against my zipper, my balls feeling so full they could erupt.
She reveals her breasts. Plump and gorgeous and so weighty I want to bury my burning dick between them to feel her wrap around my hardness. She pulls her robe open the rest of her way, revealing her thick body, her inner thighs glistening with her wetness.
“You’re fucking drenched already,” I say in awe.
“It’s you,” she murmurs. “Rhett, it’s the way you look at me. I never dreamed… I can’t even look at myself naked for a full ten seconds.”
“Fuck,” I moan, moving to stand up.
She takes a quick step back, causing her perfect breasts to sway. Precome leaks hotly out of my head.