Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
I huffed out a laugh. “Yeah. I don’t need fancy. But I do need space.”
“Now you’re trapped again in this suite with me.” She sounded regretful.
I snatched up her hand and squeezed it. My wolf and I would love to be trapped with her, forever. Just as long as it wasn’t in a fucking elevator. “No, it’s okay. Don’t worry about me. This is so fucking embarrassing. I will pull my shit together and be your man.”
She slipped her hand out of mine and stood. “You don’t have to man up. And, calling yourself my man is, um, a bit too much, don’t you think?”
My shoulders drooped. I was fucking up. Again. “Shit. Sorry. I swear I’m not presuming anything about you or us. I just want to be your man. That’s all.”
“Are you like this with every woman you save?” She sounded like she was trying for a jocular tone but failed. I’d made her nervous again.
“No.” I wanted to get off the couch and follow her, but I forced myself to remain still. “Listen.” I spread my hands. “Maybe this is the exact wrong thing to say, but I want you to know it just the same. I haven’t been like this with any woman. I don’t get attached to females I just met. I don’t chase them down after they leave because I want to protect them. This thing with you…is different. It felt like fate sent you right to my door. I knew it the moment I smel–met you–that you were the one.”
Brooke stared at me for a long moment.
Fuck. I’d really botched this, hadn’t I? I remembered Boone had to really dial back his aggression when he met his mate, Summer. She, too, was human, and hadn’t understood our ways. They may have felt the attraction, but they didn’t know that it meant so much more. They didn’t trust it blindly like we did.
Instead of leaving, she walked right between my knees and kissed the hell out of me.
Um… what the fuck? I wasn’t complaining, but I was stunned. I’d thought I’d driven her away. Instead–
Instantly, every particle that made up my body came alive. Focused. All that noise in my head from being in the elevator stopped. I banded an arm around her waist and boosted her onto my lap. Her knees spread, sending that tight skirt skidding up her thighs and–oh fuck! I got a glorious view of her bare pussy.
I’d never been so happy for pocketing those panties the night before.
I palmed her ass with both hands, kneading it as she undulated over my lap, her lips sliding and sucking across mine like her life depended on it.
This was the second time my mate had come in hot, and I was living for it. This female was everything. Her soft lips made me groan. Her caramel scent drove me mad. The scent of her arousal filled my nostrils.
“Shirt off,” she demanded, mimicking my command the first time we’d made love.
I laughed and kissed her back. “Are you getting bossy now?”
Her cheeks had a feverish glow.
“That’s right.” She rocked those sexy hips over my lap.
I remembered how turned on she’d been by my dominance, so I brought my thumb to my mouth and made a show out of licking the pad of it. “How about this?” I glanced down at her soaked pussy, but needed a better view. With my hands on her knees, I spread them wide making her skirt rip up the seam along her right thigh. “You unbutton my shirt while I see how swollen I can get that clit of yours.”
Her inner thighs clamped and trembled against my waist, and her pupils blew wide. A panting-moan fell from her lips.
I brought the pad of my thumb to the apex of her labia and slid it between the folds.
“Oh…ah!” Brooke threw her head back, her long, glossy black hair falling to her ass. I went slowly, lightly brushing my thumb over her most sensitive area.
She was panting like she was running a race, but she lifted her head and tried to focus on unbuttoning my shirt.
“Good fucking girl,” I praised, trailing kisses along the side of her neck.
She moaned, her eyes momentarily rolling back in her head.
Praise kink was definitely her thing. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons. I applied gentle pressure over her clit, eased back, then repeated, like I was lightly pressing a button.
She started mewling, shoving her hips forward to get more contact.
I slid my thumb lower to dip it in her juices, then brought it back up to her clit and made a tiny, feather-light circle around it.
Brooke’s fingers grew frantic with my shirt, as if opening it was somehow tied to her orgasm. She finally undid all of the buttons and yanked it down my shoulders. I shrugged it off, and she stilled.