Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 33577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
"Yeah," I growled, capturing her mouth in another hungry kiss as I reached behind her to unhook her bra. “That’s it. Touch all you want, baby.” The material fell away, and I pulled back to look at her. "See something you like? Because I sure as fuck do." My voice was rough. Had a woman ever affected me so much? And why did this one?
"Everything," she breathed, her hands exploring the contours of my chest, tracing the lines of muscle beneath skin.
I couldn't wait any longer. I lifted her in one smooth motion, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist as I carried her toward the bed. I laid her down carefully, following her down but catching my weight on my forearms. The contrast between us was stark—her small frame beneath my much larger one, her smooth skin against my scarred and tattooed body.
"You sure about this, Honey?" I asked, searching her face. No matter how badly I wanted her, I needed to know she was all in. "We can stop. Any time."
Her answer was to reach up and pull me down for another kiss, her hips rolling against mine in a way that made me groan. But I held back, determined to do this right.
"Use your words, darlin'," I insisted, though it nearly killed me. "Need to hear you say it."
"I want this, Jack," she said, her amber eyes meeting mine without hesitation. "If this is all I ever have, if we go our separate ways tomorrow, I want this. With you.”
That was all I needed. We would definitely have more of this. She wasn’t ready to believe me yet, but I was beginning to understand this wasn’t something I could fuck out of my system. No. Honey Webster was the woman I was keeping with me. Always.
I captured her mouth again as I found the fastening to her jeans. When I pulled back to peel the tight denim from her lithe body, to look at her, the sight nearly stopped my heart. She was perfect. All soft curves and smooth skin flushed with desire.
"Christ, look at you." I scrubbed my hand over my mouth. A small whimper escaped her lips as I let my gaze roam over her body as I dropped her jeans and panties over the side of the bed. Thank God she’d had slip-on shoes on because I didn’t want the first time with her to be with her half dressed. I wanted to see every fucking mouth-watering curve she had. I wanted to see and taste every fucking inch of her soft skin and lose myself in her body for as long as I could.
I lowered my head, taking the hardened peak of one nipple into my mouth, savoring her taste. She tangled her hands in my hair, holding me to her as I switched to her other breast. Writhing beneath me, Honey’s breath came in short gasps I relished. She was so responsive there was no way she had much experience. Given she was near the same age as Wren, she was likely young enough to be my kid. And I couldn’t care less. Age gap be damned, this woman was mine.
"Jack, please," she moaned, tugging at the waistband of my jeans.
I stood just long enough to strip off the rest of my clothes, feeling her eyes on me as I revealed myself fully. When her gaze dropped to my erection, her eyes widened slightly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. The unconscious gesture nearly broke my control.
I gripped the base of my cock as we both looked our fill. Her naked skin was a honey-golden color, sun kissed and shimmering lightly as she broke out in a sweat. "You're so fucking beautiful," I said, meaning it more than I'd ever meant anything.
I moved back to the bed, positioning myself above her but not entering yet. Instead, I slid my hand between her thighs, finding her already wet and ready for me. She gasped as I stroked her, her hips bucking against my hand.
"That's it, darlin'," I encouraged, watching her face as I explored her, learning what made her moan, what made her dig her nails into my shoulders. "Show me what you like."
She surprised me with her boldness, guiding my hand to where she needed it most, her inhibitions falling away as pleasure took over. When I slid a finger inside her, then another, she cried out, her inner muscles clenching around me.
"Jack," she panted.
I reached for a condom from the nightstand, tearing the packet open and tossing it aside. She stopped me from rolling on the condom.
“I want to.” She took the thin latex and the sight of her small hands trembling as she rolled the condom down my length nearly did me in. I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pushing slightly into her heat.