Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 156728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 784(@200wpm)___ 627(@250wpm)___ 522(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 784(@200wpm)___ 627(@250wpm)___ 522(@300wpm)
“Your loss.” He slipped the flask back in his pocket.
The moans from the nearby cabana reached a crescendo.
Peter looked at the other cabana longingly, then hopped off the bed. “I’ll tell you what. You kiss me for five minutes, and I’ll show you where the closest safe zone is.”
“Or, you could just tell me.”
“No way. I’m not that nice of a guy.”
He also wasn’t entirely horrible. As she debated, he removed his mask.
“One kiss. Five minutes.” He stepped closer.
When she stepped back, he captured her wrist. This time, when she tried to pull away, his grip tightened.
“Gotchya.”
What an utter fool she was for allowing him this close. She met his stare with pleading eyes. “Peter…”
The side of his mouth kicked up, curving with dark satisfaction. “Yes?”
“Please.”
He tugged her closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, “Please, what?”
“Please don’t do this.”
He tipped his head and pushed the beaded strap of her gown down her shoulder. “Time to lie down, little doe.”
“You said a kiss.”
“I’m a hunter. I can say whatever I want.” He waved a hand to the cabana, not releasing his hold on her arm. “Go on.”
The playful, childlike glint in his eye was gone, now replaced with predatory intent. He nudged her toward the bed, guiding her to the cushion.
“Lie back. Arms over your head.” He said, climbing over her.
The cushion was damp with dew. The moment her skin touched its cold surface, she shivered. Slowly, she lifted her arms over her head.
He leaned lower, but paused, cocking his head curiously to one side. “What’s this?” He pulled something from her hair, and her heart stopped.
Her locket. She feigned indifference. “I don’t know.”
Then he lost interest and tossed it aside. He pushed up her mask and smiled. “Found you.”
Her lips trembled. It had been years since anyone kissed her.
Sliding a hand down her hip, he gathered her dress in his fist, tugging it up as he settled his weight between her legs.
A jagged breath trembled from her lips. He was hard. “Peter—”
He grinned. “Yeah?”
She didn’t know what to say. If she told him she was a virgin, he might want her more. “Nothing.”
He dragged his nose along her ear and breathed in. “You smell like flowers and honey.”
Her heart raced as his mouth trailed along her jaw. A trail of goosebumps scattered in the wake of his soft lips. When he nibbled her earlobe, her breath caught.
He groaned, rolling his hips. “Told you I was good at this.”
His hands roamed over her body, sending chills down her arms. She couldn’t help it, she closed her eyes.
His lips trailed slowly toward her mouth, then he was teasing her, dragging his soft lips side to side, barely touching, only tickling. He laughed quietly. Their breath mingled as he licked past her lips.
“Taste like honey, too.”
She whimpered, hating her body’s response to him. But it had been so long since anyone had touched her.
“Relax.”
He closed his lips over hers, teasing and tempting. She remembered why people enjoyed this. His hips rolled in a slow, rocking rhythm, and she adjusted to his weight, quickly becoming addicted to the steady friction.
Warm fingers tugged at her dress. “Let’s take this off.”
“It’s been five minutes.”
He laughed. “I don’t care.”
“Peter—”
He covered her mouth. “I’m in charge.”
Her hands balled into fists as he pushed her gown up to her hips. All she had to do was move her thumb or say timber. But then the game would be over.
He scooted lower. “Will you look at that? What do you say we slide these little silk shorts out of the way?”
While he distracted himself with her panties, she slid her hand to the right. Cold metal tangled with her fingers, and she pulled the locket back into her fist. As he dragged his hands up her legs, Daisy arched, stretching her arms slowly overhead.
As he pressed kisses on the inside of her knee, she wound the curtain around her fist. Higher and higher he kissed until his mouth pressed over the hot silk between her thighs.
She tugged the curtain with all her might and kneed him in the side.
“Umph!” The canopy collapsed spectacularly. Poles clattered over them as fabric billowed in a cloud.
Daisy twisted and sprang off the cushion, bolting out of the crossing and into the night. She didn’t know if he followed her, and she was too terrified to stop. Her body was a mess of emotion that went far beyond fear. In a way, she might have been running from herself.
Fog wove through the trees, eerie and lifelike. Daisy darted through shortcuts that took her from one area to the next without leaving her in the open.
Branches closed overhead like clasped hands. Pulling out her hair and scratching her exposed skin. She ran until she was chilled with sweat, her lungs panting so hard and fast she couldn’t take another step.