Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 39421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Her lips were plush and warm, yielding under mine, and when I slid my tongue across the seam of her mouth, she opened for me on a breathy sound that had my cock pressing against my zipper.
My hand slid up her spine, dragging her closer. Her chest heaved, and her knees buckled just enough that I had to angle her back, pinning her against the Mustang’s fender. I braced one hand against the car beside her head, the other wrapped firmly around her hip, and my fingers curled possessively into the thick cotton fabric.
Fuck me, she was perfect. Mouthy, smart, and bold. But right now, she clung to me, arching her back and pressing her soft curves against me.
I slipped a hand between us and slowly lowered the zipper on her coveralls, overwhelmed with the need to feel her hot, silky skin. When it was halfway down, I leaned back to look down at her. My gaze followed the smooth line of her throat, down to the teasing swell of cleavage that made my brain short out.
She watched me through hooded blue eyes and licked her lips, making me groan. My fingers gripped her hip harder.
“What did I say about looking at me like that, angel?” I growled, voice rough and low, “Keep tempting me, and I’m gonna bend you over this car and make you forget every fucking name but mine.”
Her thighs squeezed together, and her breath caught. She whimpered my name as though it was torn from her lungs. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, and she let out a tiny, gasping moan that sounded like sin itself. Her hips involuntarily rocked into mine, her body practically begging to be filled.
I crushed our mouths together again, devouring her as if she were my first meal after years of starvation.
She gave me another needy moan, then shocked the hell out of me when she bit my bottom lip, sending lightning through my spine. I rocked my hips into her instinctively, making her gasp. That sass-meets-shyness edge of hers was doing dangerous things to my control.
“You’re killing me, angel,” I rasped against her lips, my voice gritty with restraint.
Her breath caught. “Then die quieter.”
I barked a laugh and fell even harder for her.
Sealing my mouth over hers once more, I kissed her slower—and dirtier. I explored her mouth as though it belonged to me, like I had every right to learn the shape of it, every moan she made, every tremble of her lips. My free hand slid down her hip, fingers flexing as I gripped her ass.
Then my mouth dipped, trailing down her neck, my stubble scraping against soft skin as she arched into me. I muttered her name against her collarbone, tasting the salt of her skin before I moved lower. My lips glided along the curve of one breast, then I dragged my tongue along the edge of her bra until she let out another one of those shaky little breaths that sounded like surrender.
She shifted restlessly against me, and the scent of her—engine grease and something warm and womanly underneath—hit me hard.
I needed her under me.
On top of me.
Bent over this car, her thighs trembling as I wrecked her from behind.
I was seconds from losing it. About to give in to every filthy thought I’d had since the second I laid eyes on her. I was gonna claim her so hard there would be no doubt she was mine.
“Jude,” she breathed, voice wrecked.
“You taste like sin,” I growled, burying my face in that sweet valley between her tits and forgetting who the fuck I was for a minute.
Then a voice shattered it all like a brick through glass.
“For fuck’s sake. Again?”
I froze.
Emily squeaked.
And I damn near snapped someone’s neck.
I whirled around and shoved her behind me, so I was shielding her from anyone else’s eyes. My other hand was already twitching toward the blade tucked behind my waistband.
Edge stood a few yards away, smug and amused, arms crossed over his chest like this was the best show he’d seen all year. His wicked grin was full of teeth. He was way too pleased with himself for a man who clearly didn’t value his life.
He raised his brows, taking in the scene—my flushed face, Emily’s tousled hair and wild eyes, the way I was clearly blocking her from view like a damn linebacker.
“Really?” he said, voice dry as fuck. “I turn a corner, and it’s like walking into a fucking porn shoot. That poor car is never gonna run right again.”
“You trying to get your spine bent backward, asshole?” I snarled, eyes narrowing.
“You ever think about locking the door?” he quipped back, arching a brow. “Or were you planning to charge admission?”
I glared at him, murder in my veins. “Do you want to die, Edge?”
He just grinned. “I mean, not tonight. But if you’re offering to beat me to death with a torque wrench, I’d rather it not be because I interrupted you trying to test-fire your rocket in her ignition system.”