Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
His mouth crashes down on mine, his kiss hard and insistent. His weight presses me deeper into the bed. I instantly love the way he feels on top of me. He's so solid, so hard everywhere. I run my hands up his back, reveling in the way his muscles bunch and ripple beneath my palms as if in response to my touch.
"You weren't waiting for the right one, Cassia," he says against my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip. "You were waiting for the one. You were waitin' for me."
"Cord," I whisper, pretty sure he's right. Pretty sure I'm in love with him. That is what this is, isn't it? That's why I couldn't get him out of my head. It's why I came to Lake Tahoe, why I snuck onto his ranch. It's why I'm in his bed instead of at the resort where I'm supposed to be. I'm in love with this ridiculous, bossy, beautiful cowboy. I think I was falling for him before I ever set foot on his ranch today. It's entirely too fast…and yet it's not.
When Paige and I took Emmy day drinking the other day, I told Paige I'd know love when I felt lightning. This is that electrical charge striking all the way into my soul. I think I knew it then. I was just too afraid to admit it.
"It's time for another lesson, pretty baby," Cord breathes, kissing a trail down my neck. He comes to his knees, straddling me. His hands circle my waistline…or what would be my waistline if I wasn't more pear-shaped than hourglass shaped, anyway. He skims his hands up my sides, lifting my shirt as he goes.
My skin turns to gooseflesh beneath his electric touch. I feel it everywhere. My body sinks deeper into the bed, my gaze tangled with his. I love the way he watches me. There's something sexy about the way his eyes are always on me. It's not as if he can't look away…I don't think anything could compel this man. He's too in control, too powerful for that. This man is his own force of nature, as immovable as the mountain beneath us, as constant as the air we breathe. It's as if he simply refuses to look anywhere else. I'm what he wants to see, what he wants to know.
"Lesson five," he whispers, helping pull my shirt off over my head. He dips his head, his gray eyes still locked on mine as he bends to my breasts. So much heat fills his eyes, they seem to glow silver. "It's a cowboy's job to satisfy his woman's every single need."
His teeth close around my right nipple, the flat of his tongue laving it at the same time.
My back bows off the bed, a sharp cry of ecstasy ripping from deep within my chest. My clit pulses, arousal flooding between my legs. I latch onto his broad shoulders, thrusting one hand into his hair to keep him right there.
He wrecks me with that talented mouth and leaves me gasping. Soft kisses soothe sharp bites. His rough palm abrades my left nipple as he torments the right. And then he switches. Back and forth until I'm pleading for him to go lower, to give me more.
By the time he kisses his way down my belly, I'm a quivering mess. I don't even care when he nuzzles my belly. I'm too far gone to feel embarrassment when he sinks his teeth into it and growls like a wild bear.
"Goddamn, pretty baby," he says, lifting his head to look at me. "I love this sweet spot right here." He runs his knuckles over my lower belly to indicate what he means. "It's so fucking sexy. I can't wait to see my cum smeared all over it."
"Cord," I groan.
"Don't make me waste it now just to teach you a lesson, princess," he warns me, as bossy as ever. He shifts to the side, moving off of me. "I don't intend to cum tonight until I'm breeding you."
"B-breeding me?"
"Breeding you." He yanks my sweats off, taking care to gently slip them over my injured ankle. Aside from a twinge now and then when I walk, it doesn't even hurt anymore. But I love that he takes care with it. "Planting my kid in you." He spreads my legs wide, resting my injured ankle on a pillow. "Teaching you how a cowboy fucks, Cassia."
Oh my gosh. He's a crazy person.
"Cord, I…."
"Are you tellin' me no?"
Am I? I know if I do, he'll get a condom. Is that what I want? It's the safe, sane, responsible thing to do. But something about this man makes me want to be the exact opposite of all of that. I want to be wild and free tonight. I want to be his. In every single way. I think I'm safer in this bed than I've ever been anywhere else.