Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
She grins, bright and reckless, and I want to taste it.
I punch in the code and open the door. The second we’re inside, Buster bolts for the couch and circles half a dozen times before flopping down like he’s finally home. He lets out a satisfied grunt, tucks his nose under his paw, and closes his eyes. The little shit is a genius. And I owe him a whole goddamn box of doggie treats.
Iris stands awkwardly in the middle of my living room, taking in the space. My apartment is the definition of functional. Everything is exactly where it’s supposed to be, nothing out of place, every line straight and sharp.
She glances at me, a nervous twitch at the corner of her mouth.
The tension is unbearable.
I close the distance in two steps, wrapping my hand around her waist. I pull her flush against me and lean over to cover her soft lips with mine. Her hands fly up, fists balling in my shirt, and she pulls me in like she’s been dying for this just as much as I have.
I crush my mouth to hers, tongue slick and demanding, tasting her until she’s gasping into me. Her body melts against mine, soft and hot and fucking perfect, and I don’t ever want to let go. My hands slide down, gripping her hips, pulling her tight. She moans, the sound shooting straight through me, and I almost lose it.
When I finally break the kiss, I’m panting, dizzy, starving for more. I rest my forehead against hers, eyes squeezed shut.
“I won’t ever let you go.” I say it before my brain catches up with my mouth. Fuck it. She needs to know where I stand before this goes any further. “Once I make you mine.”
But she just stares up at me, lips swollen, blue eyes wide and bright and so goddamn beautiful it hurts. She lets out a shaky breath, the tiniest smile curving at the edges.
“That sounds like heaven,” she whispers, and the way she says it, soft and sure, almost undoes me.
We stand there, not moving, breathing each other in. I’m still holding her tight, arms locked around her waist, like if I let go, the world will split in two. She runs her hands up my arms, over my shoulders, her touch making me shiver.
“Are you ready for me?” I need to know she’s with me.
She just nods, eyes never leaving mine, like she’s already known this whole time.
I scoop her up into my arms, and she laughs, startled and delighted. Her arms wrap around my neck, fingers tangling in my hair. I carry her down the hallway, ignoring the way my hands shake, the way my legs feel like they might give out at any second.
I kick open the bedroom door with my foot, heart thudding, and kick it shut behind us.
Iris laughs, breathless. Goddamn, she’s beautiful. There’s a flush burning across her cheeks, and her eyes are pure blue fire.
I set her down on the edge of my bed, slow and careful. She looks up at me, lips parted, like she’s waiting for the next move.
Holy fuck, I want her. My cock is throbbing so hard I actually have to grit my teeth. I want to wreck her. I want to ruin her for anyone else. Mine.
I can’t wait another second. I want her like I want air, like I’ve never wanted anything. I step back and yank my shirt up and over my head. The muscles in my arms are shaking, not from exhaustion, but because she’s staring at me with those wide blue eyes, and it’s absolute torture not to rush this. I don’t bother with slow or sexy. My jeans are next, button popping, zipper down, and I’m out of them before I can even blink. Taking a deep breath, I reach for my boxers and push them down and off in one quick move.
She’s watching every move I make, lips parted, cheeks flushed, breathing like she just ran a marathon. “Wow,” she breathes.
“Glad you approve.” I drop to my knees in front of her, bury my hands in her thighs, and push her dress up inch by inch.
Her skin is as soft as fucking silk. I drag the hem up, slow enough to savor the way her thighs tremble under my touch. She tips her chin, eyes huge and dazed, lips parted like she’s about to beg me for something.
I trace my thumbs up the insides of her legs, slow, savoring the way she squirms for me. Jesus, she’s wet. I can see the dark patch on her panties, can smell her arousal, and it sends every last rational thought out of my head.
I look up at her, locking onto those big blue eyes. “You want this?” My voice is a goddamn wreck. I can barely get the words out.