Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77611 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77611 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
If I have to be stuck in a Snowpocalypse with anyone, I’m glad it’s him.
He turns his palm and tangles his fingers with mine. “You really do have beautiful eyes, Win.”
It should have sounded like a cheesy pickup line but his delivery is too sincere for me to doubt him. When his thumb caresses my hand, I feel it everywhere. A zap of electricity. This kind of chemistry can’t be forced or faked, only experienced.
“You’re not the first to tell me that. A few months ago, some dude with Thor hair and a rockin’ bod was so mesmerized by them he invited me back to his hotel room.”
He laughs again. Score. “Thor hair?”
“Since I didn’t know you cut it, I may or may not have been fantasizing about you wielding a hammer.”
“And today? Now that you know?”
To keep myself from jumping him, I inhale one last fancy cookie. “Today, I survived the elements and was rescued by the short-haired winner of baking, who has a very interesting life and happens to like my eyes. If it weren’t for my ankle, I would think it was all a lovely and incredibly detailed dream.”
Michael leans in closer. “Today I heard someone singing in the woods and had the man I’d been fantasizing about for months fall into my arms.”
I smile. “What a day.”
“What a day,” he repeats softly.
Michael stands and circles the island until his thighs are pressing into my knees, then snares me with a heated look. “It’s not over yet.”
“Is that a promise or a challenge?”
He cups my jaw with his hands, studying my features. He’s giving me a chance to push him away, but that’s the last thing I want to do. He sees the answer in my eyes, and slowly lowers his mouth to mine.
He tastes like rough-and-growly man-cake with please-fuck-me frosting and I’m still hungry for him. I follow his lead as he devastates me with a kiss that is pure domination and needneedneed.
How is this lip-lock better than the first one that completely blew my mind? Did he spend those missing months at the School of Win, memorizing every secret desire I’ve ever had? Because it feels like he might have. A nip here. A tease of the tongue there. Sucking just like that. It’s so blatantly sexual it’s almost disrespectful. So good it scares me.
“Are you sure?” he asks when he raises his head for a ragged breath. “You’ll tell me if I’m crossing a line? If you’re hurting or you need me to stop?”
My ankle is wrapped, I’m warm and fed, and my head doesn’t hurt anymore. All I can think about is finally finishing what we started in the pub. Finally knowing what this kind of passion feels like.
“More,” I whisper, leaning toward his mouth. “Please, Michael.”
CHAPTER TEN
He manhandles me again, dragging me off the stool with hands that tremble against my hips. Or maybe I’m the one shaking. The desire that I’ve been containing since that night is finally loose and ready to burn everything down to get to him.
Maybe I’m the beast now.
I feel like one when I wrap my legs tight around him and moan into his mouth, unwilling to let him go this time. I need this too much. Need him so much.
The doubts about whether or not he wants me as badly are burned away with his kiss, the hungry sounds he’s making, and the erection branding me with its heat.
Talk about whiplash. Were we just opening old wounds and rehashing painful family traumas? I can’t remember, because I’m trying to climb him like a cat in heat and I can tell he’s considering whether to carry me to that couch bed or have his way with me right now on the kitchen floor.
I’m good with either option, I think as I slant my mouth over his and suck on his tongue until he groans. As long as we’re both naked soon.
He manages to lift his head again and my eyes flutter open to glare at the interruption.
“I’ll be careful,” he pants against my lips. “But I’m on the edge, so you really do need to tell me if I’m hurting you. If you’re not ready for this—”
“Screw that,” I say, managing to sound indignant and muffled at the same time as I tug on his lower lip with my teeth. “Screw all of that nonsense. No more waiting.”
“Thank God.” He lowers us onto the sofa bed and covers my body with his so swiftly I suck in my breath, then lose it with a thankful grunt as his weight presses into me. I’ve wanted this since the bar. To be surrounded by him. It’s been so long.
“You’re hell on my control, Win,” Michael says raggedly. “When you were riding my lap in that office, I almost came in my pants. And that was before you took me in your mouth. This feels…” He rocks between my thighs again and we groan together. “Jesus, this is even better than I remembered. I should have found you sooner. Should have never let you out of my sight.”