Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“It’s going. We need to schedule a day to visit the dress shop. Sooner rather than later.” Rochelle responds.
“They will come here.”
“War, it’s not that simple. The store will have a hundred dresses for her to choose from.”
“Then I’ll send a giant truck and men to load them to bring here.” His tone broaches no argument.
“That’s too much.” Rochelle stands. “Is there an issue or threat I don’t know about?”
Threat?
“There is no need for Tova to go anywhere.” Whoa, now he’s got my full attention. Honestly, I realize I never actually go anywhere. This place is so big; going from one place to another around here feels as though you did go somewhere, but really you never leave the walls of the farm.
“Ah, you don’t want her going anywhere.”
“Me?” I jerk my head up, unable to pretend Warren isn’t right there, as handsome as ever. When my gaze lands on him, I notice his hair is a tad unruly and his eyes appear tired.
“For now, yes.” His eyes stay locked with her. “Tova, my office.” Is he ordering me around? I can’t help but be annoyed. I haven’t seen him in days after kissing me, and then he comes in all rude. Not bothering to spare me a glance either. Until now, when he has orders to give.
“Sweetheart, we—” my mom starts to say.
“Please.” The word echoes through the room, surprising all of us. At least I’m guessing because I once again have my eyes on Warren. “Please, come to my office so we can speak.” Warren steps toward me, holding his hand out.
“All right.” I take his hand, letting him lead me out of the library into his office. I’ve never been inside it before. Warren closes the door quickly behind us. I hear the lock click into place. “Warren.”
“Little mouse.” He tugs me into him, his mouth coming down onto mine in a possessive kiss that takes my breath away. It’s a complete surprise. Unlike our first kiss, this one is deep, possessive, and hungry.
His hand trails up my back, his fingers digging into my hair. He gives a small tug, and my head goes back farther so he can deepen this kiss even more. “Kiss me back,” he orders, taking my mouth again. I almost want to laugh, but I’m still a bit shocked. He lifts his mouth from mine again, staring down into my eyes. I can tell he is exhausted. “Please.”
I lean up and press my mouth to his this time. A low groan leaves him. When he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, I match his strokes. Warren presses his body against mine, pinning me to the door.
“Warren?” I moan when his mouth leaves mine to trail open-mouth kisses down my neck. I grip his shoulders, needing to hold on to them.
“You always smell of sunshine.” His hands go under my dress to my ass, lifting me off the ground. I wrap my legs around him, feeling the hardness of his cock press against my sex. He grinds against me, rubbing my clit, making it throb.
"Ohh," I moan at the sensation.
"I missed you." I dig my nails into him. His voice carries a glimmer of longing, not the normal coldness there usually is.
"You miss me?" I rock my hips against him. I know saying he missed me isn't dirty talk, but it might as well be. It ignites a fire throughout my entire body. A yearning grows deep inside of me.
"You have no idea." He lifts his head to meet my gaze. "I want to watch you come for me." He thrusts forward, his cock rubbing my clit.
"Yes," I moan in agreement. I try to rock my hips more, but his hold on me tightens, pinning me in place.
"I want to make you come." His tone leaves no room for argument. He thrusts forward again, only this time fast, rutting back and forth and hitting my clit perfectly.
There is no holding back. All the sensations and his words overload my body. It’s unlike anything I have ever felt before. It's frightening and overwhelming, yet I yearn for it. I need it. Warren’s mouth latches on to my neck, sucking.
My body explodes. A keening cry leaves me as pleasure sweeps through me.
“Fuck yes,” I hear Warren say as the climax lingers inside of me. My whole body is as sensitive as a live wire.
A grunt comes from Warren, his body jerking.
“Sweet Tova,” he whispers into my ear. “I’ll never let you go.”
Is that a promise or a threat? I know it shouldn’t, but my heart hopes it’s the first. With Warren, you never really know. I suppose only time will tell.
Chapter Ten
WARREN
Itrace my finger back and forth over the hair tie that’s been on my wrist since I removed it from Tova's hair. I’m not sure why I haven’t taken it off. It’s been there for over a week. The smell of her is long gone from it.