Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
“You really are perfect.” I tell him instead.
He parks, kills the lights, and looks at me. “Are you sure you’re ready for tonight?” he says, and it’s the first time he’s hesitated all night.
I laugh, probably a little too loudly. “Wyatt, if you don’t get me inside, I’m going to jump your bones right here.”
He nods, like he respects my commitment to efficiency, and gets out to open my door. Gentleman. Even now. “Can we get to the bone jumping once we get inside?” he smiles and places a soft kiss on my nose. “I don’t want to share you with anyone who would happen to drive by.”
“Okay.” Inside, the house is immaculate, and completely bare. There are zero decorations except for a huge vase filled with way more than eleven red roses sitting on the granite countertop. “The roses are beautiful.” I point at them.
“I’m glad you like them.” He smiles as I look around noticing there are no family pictures anywhere, and the furniture is all new. The only evidence of a personal life is a dog-eared stack of Clive Cussler novels and a pair of well used running shoes by the back door.
Wyatt gives a little shrug, watching me explore. “Sorry, it’s kind of a work in progress.”
I shrug right back. “It’s perfect. This is beautiful.”
He gestures to the living room. “Couch or kitchen?”
“Couch. Absolutely couch,” I laugh and bravely add. “We can try out the kitchen countertops some other time.” His eyebrows shoot up as I wink at him. I’m not sure where this bravery is coming from but I’m going to run with it.
“Goals.” He teases and takes my hand to lead me to the living room. “Want to start off by watching a movie and we can see where things go?”
“It’s a good start.” There goes that bravery again.
We sit touching on the black leather sofa, both pretending we’re not calculating the angle and trajectory of our eventual collision. He grabs a remote, flips through streaming services, and lands on some thriller. I try to pay attention to the plot, but all I can think about is the curve of his forearm and the way his thigh keeps flexing whenever he shifts.
He glances over. “You want a drink?”
“Are you nervous?” I tease.
He considers. “Honestly? I’m having a hard time behaving myself, but I don’t want to rush you. This is too goddamn important.”
I scoot closer, my thighs brushing against his, and there’s not a single molecule of space between us. A shiver runs through even as I feel the heat radiating off him like a freaking furnace. “I don’t want you to behave,” I whisper, my voice dripping with need. “I’m dying for you.”
He turns to me, his eyes dark and hungry, like a predator about to pounce. “Fucking hell,” he growls, his voice rough and low. “You’re so goddamn perfect. And all mine.”
Before I can even blink, he slides his massive hand up the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair, and pulls me into his lap. I let out a little yelp, but it’s swallowed by his mouth as he crashes his lips against mine. The kiss is hot, deep, and so damn intense it makes my head spin. His tongue invades my mouth, claiming me like he owns me, and I’m already wetter than a waterfall.
His hands are everywhere—first cradling my face for his kiss, then gripping my waist in a tight grip and finally sliding down to massage my ass. Sensations bombard me from all directions. His beard scratches against my skin, and it’s the best kind of sting, the kind that makes me shiver and moan. I grind down hard feeling his thick and rock-hard cock, straining against his pants, and it sends a jolt of pure lust straight to my core.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters against my lips, his voice thick with desire. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
His words barely register in my mushy mind. “Yeah?” I pant, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. “I need you.”
He doesn’t waste a second. In one smooth move, he lifts me up, one arm under my ass, and stands like I weigh nothing. While he carries me to the bedroom, I leave a trail of clothing on the floor behind us. First to go is my blouse, his shirt, my bra, his belt. By the time he lays me down on the bed, I’m already half-naked and trembling with anticipation.
He stands back for a moment, just looking at me, his eyes raking over my body like he’s memorizing every curve. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice hoarse and strained.
“God, yes,” I moan, and that’s all the encouragement he needs. He strips off his pants, revealing the kind of body that belongs on the cover of a romance novel. My eyes slowly move over his broad shoulders, chiseled abs, and a cock so big it makes my mouth water. I reach for him, but he’s already crawling onto the bed, pinning me with his weight.