Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
By the second night, I went back to my room in the clubhouse, wound tight enough that my skin felt too small. I tried to get some work done, but my concentration was shit. My mind kept flashing to Elena in the studio, her hands moving, eyes narrowed, and mouth soft.
I needed to get some fucking energy out. And since I couldn’t work it off the way my body screamed at me to do, I grabbed the keys to my bike and headed down to the garage.
The temperature was on the low side for February, so there was a bite in the wind. I didn’t mind it, though. The stinging cold helped to cool the burn in my body and drag my mind away from the sweet woman invading my thoughts.
When I finally climbed into bed and stared at the ceiling, my room was quiet except for an occasional burst of laughter or slam of a door. I told myself to sleep. To stop thinking about her. That I was in control.
My body didn’t give a fuck what I told myself.
Eventually, I drifted off, but my dreams were a big-ass sign that I was most definitely not in control.
The light in the studio was dim, and the music still pumped softly through the overhead speakers. Everyone else had gone home except for Elena and me. We were alone. She was at a small table, with her sketchbook open in front of her. I was turned away, facing the counter as I wiped down the last of my tools.
I suddenly felt her heat at my back and knew she was standing too fucking close. Her sketchbook plopped onto the counter next to me, and I twisted around to see her looking up. Her expression hinted that she’d finally decided she was done pretending she didn’t want what was happening between us. She placed her hands on my chest, her palms warm through my shirt.
“You’re distracting,” she whispered.
I laughed, the sound coming out rough. “Good.”
Her gray-blue eyes twinkled, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips, smashing the rest of my resistance.
One hand dove into her hair, and the other clutched her shirt at the small of her back. I yanked her into me just as I lowered my head and took her mouth in a deep, sizzling kiss.
It wasn’t gentle. Or slow. It was the kind of kiss that stole breath, my mouth covering hers like I was stamping my name onto her. She made a little sound that turned my blood into gasoline, and I lifted her without effort, turning and setting her on the counter. Her legs opened instinctively, wrapping around my hips, and I felt her heat through two layers of denim.
I pressed my forehead to hers, breathing hard. The need in me was so strong, it hurt.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I growled.
Her mouth trembled. “Onyx…”
My fist tightened in her hair, pulling her head back. I slid my other hand up her throat, resting my thumb under her jaw and holding her steady while I kissed her again. “Say it,” I grunted against her lips before nibbling on the bottom one.
“I’m yours,” she whispered.
Stillness washed over me, and the turmoil inside me went quiet. It was like the world had been upside down and finally righted itself.
Then the passion and possession detonated, and I was lost to my basest, most primal desires. It wasn’t long before we were tearing at our clothes and feasting on each other’s mouths.
At last, my hands glided along her smooth, hot skin, cupping her ass as I lined up my cock and—
Fuck!
I woke up with my breath ragged and a cock hard enough to cut diamonds. My sheets were twisted around my legs like I’d been tossing and turning in my sleep. As I stared into the dark, my hands clenched at my sides, and my jaw clenched so tight it hurt.
The dream didn’t fade. It clung to me, vivid and hot. Feeling so damn real.
I slowly dragged a hand over my face, willing my heart rate to slow and my breathing to return to normal.
Fantasies. Obsession. Possession.
I’d never experienced anything like this before. Then Elena Dane walked into my world.
My body had already decided that she belonged to me, and my brain was quickly coming to agree.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, the cool air hitting my skin. I paced, trying to burn off the energy that had nowhere to go.
My brothers were gonna have a fucking field day giving me shit after all I’d dished out to them when they met their old ladies.
The pacing didn’t help. All I could see were her eyes, glazed with passion. I could almost taste her mouth. My hands felt empty without her curves to hold on to.
And under it all, deeper than the heat and the hunger, was that same brutal truth I’d tried to ignore since the moment I stepped out of my office and saw her standing beside Ink.