Total pages in book: 174
Estimated words: 172061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 574(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 172061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 574(@300wpm)
“Heels on the counter,” I grunted.
Surprise widened those beautiful eyes, but she complied, spreading her knees wide. Her underwear stretched over her center.
The lace damp with her arousal.
I angled in so I could whisper at her ear, “You drippin’ for me, Little Wallflower? Are you soaked at the thought of me putting my mouth on this sweet, needy pussy?”
Easing back, I rubbed my fingertips over her, just pressing the fabric in between her lips.
My tongue stroked over my bottom lip as I glanced between her quivering thighs and her face.
“You have any idea what it feels like, getting to see you this way? Body begging for me? It’s like touching heaven when I’ve been living in hell.”
Redness flamed Daisy’s cheeks. “I’m the one who’s in heaven, Cash. Look at you.”
Her gaze traipsed over my chest and down to my abdomen.
My muscles coiled like I was readying for an attack. Skin raised and red from the tumble I took, but the pain of that long gone.
Eradicated with the bare brush of her hands.
“Nah, baby. You’re just seeing what I see reflected back.”
I rubbed her a little harder, making sure I grazed over her clit.
She jumped a fraction, those hands clinging to the edge of the counter as she arched. “Please, Cash.”
“Don’t worry. Only thing I’ve got for you tonight is pleasure. I’m going to soothe this ache.”
I nudged her underwear aside.
Nearly blacked out at the sight of her cunt.
Dripping and bare.
It’d been so long. So fucking long since I touched a woman. So long since I allowed myself any sort of carnal relief.
And this was Daisy. Daisy who was set in front of me.
The ultimate temptation.
Lust barreled through my insides, and I forced it down, refused the idea of taking her fully.
I didn’t get that.
Mercy or reprieve.
I’d gladly take the pain so I could send her soaring.
I pressed two fingers inside her.
A gasp rocked out of her, and her knees dropped open wider. Her head shook from side to side as her walls throbbed around my fingers.
“Cash, I…” She gulped as she struggled to catch up with the action.
Could hear the thrashing of her heart. The stampeding of the blood that rushed through her veins.
Woman already so wound up I knew it wouldn’t take much to send her flying.
“Is this what you needed?” I asked as I withdrew then thrust my fingers back in.
She wiggled on the stone countertop.
“More.” She reached out and raked her nails down the front of my chest.
Fuck. Why did I love it? Love that she was demanding what she needed? I was overcome with the feeling that I might be the only one who could give it to her.
I inched back so I could take hold of the waistband of her underwear, and I peeked up at those enchanting eyes for permission.
Terrified I was going to do something to harm her in some way.
Telling myself to be cautious.
Knowing how easily I could lose control.
My tendency for destruction clamored around inside me, howling in my ear that even touching her this way was a sin.
Selfish to the extreme when I didn’t deserve to even glimpse her beauty.
But this was for her.
To sate the need that quivered through her body.
This thing she needed that I was a demon for delivering.
I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t crave it.
Just this once.
To see her come undone in my hands.
She trembled as I peeled the flimsy scrap of lace down her legs, and I groaned as she returned her heels to the counter.
Girl spread out wide.
Pussy pink.
“So damned needy.” It was a grunt as I let my fingers drag through her slit.
My guts were a tangle of lust and mind-bending want.
A compulsion urged me forward.
Begging me to take more.
To push this far past where I knew I could go.
But right then, I was going to be everything she needed.
Her protector.
Her shield.
The one who was going to send this sweet body soaring.
“Can’t believe I get to see you like this. An apparition in my room. An angel sitting on that counter.” Every word scraped from my mouth. “Keep thinking this can’t be real. That you can’t be real.”
“This is the first time I’ve felt real for a long, long time. With you looking at me that way. Like I…mean something.” She fumbled over the thinned confession.
Was sure it was a sound of anger that thundered in my chest at the thought that she hadn’t been treated that way.
“You’re a fuckin’ treasure, Daisy. A gift. You’re the first kiss of the morning light. A promise that maybe the future isn’t so bleak.”
My chest squeezed when I said it.
Because that wasn’t for me.
A future.
But I was going to make sure that’s exactly what she and those children had.
Softness filled her features. So damned gentle and giving that I had to steel myself against it. Remember what this was about.