Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
“You’ve grown, too. Bigger.”
“Worked out a lot,” he grunts, yanking my shirt up over my head before his lips trail across my collarbone and onto my chest. “Christ, Sutton. I missed you more than you know, princess.”
“I missed you, too.” A lump of emotion wells in my throat, threatening to choke me. But I don’t know what to do about it. Now doesn’t really seem like the time to ask him any of the fifty questions I want to ask him. What if he stops? What if he backs off, and I never know what it’s like to be his in this way? Unthinkable. So I don’t ask him any of those questions. I don’t tell him how much I regret trusting my brother. Instead, I tangle my fingers up in his shirt, pulling him closer. “Show me how much, Jordan. Make me yours.”
“Plan on it,” he growls, hauling me up into his arms. His lips come down on mine in another drugging kiss as he practically bolts up the stairs, putting all those muscles to work. He doesn’t even break a sweat by the time we reach the top…but I’m sweating. And shivering. Moaning, too.
I see his bedroom in flashes and slivers. A thick black rug beneath our feet as he stalks across the room. Big windows spilling light across us as we tumble onto the oversized bed in a tangle of limbs. A sleek black headboard as he pins me beneath him. And then I see nothing but him. He blots out everything as he straddles my legs, hauling his shirt off over his head.
I’ve seen him shirtless a thousand times…but it’s different this time. He’s different this time. Bigger, like I said. New tattoos have joined the old, covering damn near every inch of his golden skin. They’re vivid and bold, telling parts of his story in a way only those who know him best can hear.
“Beautiful,” I choke, reaching out to touch him. My palm lands against his abdomen, which flexes beneath my fingers.
His eyes fall to half-mast, a soft groan tumbling from his lips. “Damn, that feels good.”
“Yeah?” My gaze flits to his, my lips curving into a smile. I slip my hand downward inch by inch until it covers the massive bulge in his sweats. “Does this feel good too?”
“Fuck.” He bucks against my hand, his steely eyes wild now. “Don’t tease me, princess. You’ll have my coming in my pants again instead of where I belong.”
“Wh…” I pause, licking my lips, dizzy at the thought of him coming on himself for me. “Where do you belong?”
He holds my gaze as he slips his hand between us, cupping my pussy in a possessive grip. “Right fucking here.”
I moan. Loudly.
“You know it’s mine, don’t you?”
“I…I…”
“Say it, princess.”
“It’s yours!” I cry. God, it’s always been his. From the very first damn minute I met him, I knew it was supposed to be his. How could there be anyone else when there was only ever him for me? I didn’t care how long I had to wait for him to get on the same page, I fucking knew. And part of me always hoped that he knew, too. That he was never with anyone else back then because he was waiting on me.
It's been five years, and I think he’s still waiting just like I’ve been. He’s never been photographed with anyone else. Never been linked to anyone. He’s been a man apart, isolated in his bitterness and regret. And so have I. So damn lonely.
He leans down, planting his lips against my ear. “Take my cock out, baby. See what belongs to you.”
I gasp, my fingers tightening around him. My gaze flies to his. I don’t need him to say the words, though. I see the truth in his eyes. He has been waiting for me, too. Definitely for the last six years. Probably forever.
I tug his sweats down, reaching inside to wrap my fingers around his length. He’s burning hot against my palm, somehow silky smooth and hard as steel at the same time.
“Fucking hell,” he chokes, bucking into my hand when I work it up and down his length, eager to explore every delicious inch of him. My fingers don’t even touch around the thickest part. And he’s so damn long…
I’m already on fire, desperate to know what he feels like inside me, splitting me in two. Consuming me from the inside out. Owning me the same way I intend to own him.
“Please,” I beg shamelessly, but there’s really no need. He’s already tearing my bra in half in his desperation to get it off me.
His lips close around one hard nipple, his hands already hard at work between us, trying to slip the button of my jeans free. He bites me, and I know heaven. It’s this man on top of me, growling as he attacks my nipples like they’re the best things he’s ever had in his mouth.