Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
His mouth descends back onto mine and I whimper into his mouth.
“I’ve waited my whole damn life for this,” he whispers, voice rough with awe and want. “For you.”
His thumb traces my lower lip as he watches my mouth with a hunger that sends a tremor straight to my core.
My breath catches. My heart feels too big for my chest.
He leans in, brushing his lips over mine, soft now, reverent. “Tell me you feel it too.”
I do. God, I do.
The bond.
The pull.
The certainty.
This wild, impossible knowing that I’m meant to be exactly here, on a snowy mountain in the middle of the night with a man who looks at me like I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted.
“I feel everything,” I whisper. “I feel so much it scares me.”
Boone exhales like I just saved him from drowning. His forehead presses to mine, his hands sliding down my sides, strong and shaking.
“Don’t be scared,” he growls softly. “This is exactly where you’re meant to be.”
Those big sexy arms scoop me up and he starts carrying me to his cabin, not taking no for an answer this time.
And this time I let him.
He moves up the mountain at an unnatural speed, dropping his eyes every few steps to make sure I’m okay, and to make sure I’m still here.
I just keep my eyes on him, memorizing every inch of his gorgeous face.
I only look away when his cabin comes into view. Curiosity gets the better of me and I turn my head. It’s an adorable log cabin tucked away between the trees, carefully maintained with a porch with only one chair. He’s going to have to build another one soon. I don’t plan on leaving.
The scent of smoke from the fire inside fills the air, giving the place a homey vibe as he carries me to the door. He opens it and brings me inside, kicking the door closed and heading straight for the bed. He doesn’t even stop to take off his boots. I push mine off, but they land somewhere in the hallway.
As soon as he lowers me onto the mattress, I start yanking off mittens and my hat and my scarf and my jacket.
Boone steps back, his hungry eyes never leaving my body as he kicks off his boots and pulls off his flannel sweater.
It’s like being together is too painful, and we crash back into each other, our mouths kissing, our hands pulling and yanking off more clothing.
I grab his T-shirt and pull it over his head. He growls as he’s forced to take his lips off mine.
“Hold on,” I gasp, putting my hand on his bare chest as he comes lunging back in for another kiss.
“You okay?” he asks in a strained voice. I can feel his heart pounding under my palm.
“I just want to see,” I say, taking a second to roam my ravenous eyes over his chiseled torso and hairy chest. His broad shoulders and muscular arms are so sexy. I can’t take it.
“Have enough of a look?” he asks, impatient to get back to it.
“No,” I say with a gasp. “Never.”
He grins and growls, swooping back in and cupping my cheeks as he claims my mouth with his hungry lips and delicious tongue.
He pulls off my shirt, making my hair a mess, as I work on his buckle, yanking out the leather strap.
I moan when I feel his strong hands squeezing my breasts. He pulls down my bra, setting them free, and then cups and massages them as he kisses me again, groaning hungrily into my mouth. I quickly reach behind my back, undo the clasp, and toss my bra across the room.
“You’re so sexy,” he growls as I get his belt open and yank down the zipper.
I reach into his underwear and my palm is immediately greeted by a long, hard, rock solid cock. His whole body quakes as I wrap my hand around his shaft and squeeze it.
He pulls away from my mouth, gritting his teeth as I slide my hand up his length.
“Fucking hell, Veronica,” he hisses. “It feels so good.”
He pulls his pants and underwear down, stepping out of them as I drop down to get a closer look.
He’s massive.
Big and hard and beautiful.
It’s a gorgeous cock.
“Lick your hand,” he demands in a growl while I stroke it.
I lick my palm and then start stroking him easier, moving my clenched hand up and down his big dick, loving the way his broad shoulders are shaking, the sharp breaths he’s taking.
I sink down slowly, never breaking eye contact, feeling the air thicken around us. He watches every movement like he’s memorizing me, like he’s starving for it.
“Fuck,” he growls, voice jagged. “Look at you. I can’t believe I didn’t want this.”
I bite my lip, my whole body shaking with want.
He drops his head back and moans as I take him in. I clench my lips around his thick shaft and start sucking his big beautiful cock.