Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Why the fuck does that make me nervous?
Maybe because this isn’t something I do, either. I don’t pick up random women and invite them back to my hotel room. I haven’t even been on a goddamn date in years. And I don’t want to hurt her. I want to fucking worship her, give her a million reasons to decide she wants to stay right here with me. I’ve only got two days to convince her before the convention ends, and I fly back to Silver Spoon Falls.
I want her on that plane with me.
We step off the elevator into the hall. Landry peeks around her like a shy little flower, taking it all in. Has she never been in a hotel like this before? Fuck. Probably not.
I watch her from the corner of my eye as we stroll toward my room. She glances at the stairwell, not like she’s ready to sprint away, but almost like she’s trying to memorize where it is.
Christ. What’s she running from?
Now isn’t the time to ask, but I want to do it. I need her trust first, need her to believe that I’ll protect her. We aren’t there just yet. Letting me ink her was one thing. But giving up her secrets? That’s a whole new ballgame. One I’m guessing I’m going to have to work my ass off to win. She’s too jumpy, too afraid.
We draw to a stop outside my room. I gently tip her chin up, searching her gaze. She stares right at me, those green eyes wide…full of certainty. I see the nerves in her gaze, too. But she isn’t second-guessing herself.
She’s a brave little flower.
I smile, brushing my lips across hers as I pull the keycard from my pocket.
“Keegan,” she whispers.
I groan, fumbling to get the damn door unlocked when all of my attention is on her and the way she says my name. The way she whimpers and presses up against me, her lips slightly parted like she’s begging for me to kiss her again.
The door clicks as I sink into her, growling at the way she trembles against me and whimpers again. My tongue flicks hers, teasing it out to play. She kisses me like she’s never been kissed before, and something about that is so fucking sexy to me.
We stumble through the door with her wrapped around me. Or maybe I’m wrapped around her. Hell. I don’t know. All I know is that she’s in my arms, her tongue stroking against mine in a way that has all the blood in my body pumping toward my cock.
I grunt, falling back against the door with her pressed against me, her tits crushed to my chest. She’s so goddamn soft, every inch of her lighting me up like a livewire.
“I want to see you, sweetness.” My hands slip beneath her shirt. “Can I take this off?”
“Y-yes,” she gasps against my lips.
My fingers trail up her body as I lift the shirt, being careful of her new tattoo, and then tug it off over her head. I groan out loud when I realize she never put her bra back on. Her tits are right there in front of me, her cherry red nipples hard…begging for my mouth.
I brush my thumb over one hard peak, watching her face. Her lips part, a soft moan tumbling from her lips.
“You like that, Landry?”
“Yes.”
I do it again and get the same reaction from her.
She moans even louder when I dip my head to wrap my lips around her nipple. Her hands fly to my hair as if to keep me right there. That’s not a problem, though. I’m right where the fuck I want to be.
She trembles against me as I suck and bite, teasing that hard bud between my lips until she’s squirming and pulling my hair.
The sweet little sob that falls from her lips when I do the same thing to the other nipple has cum leaking into my boxers. I want to memorize every sound she makes, every whimper, every little cry, and gasp. I want them all burned into my brain.
One hand drifts down her body, touching her everywhere. My fingers trace along the marks on her belly, and I instantly fucking love them. They’re sexy as hell, proof that this girl is real. That she’s here right now, trembling beneath my touch.
My hand dips beneath the waistband of her leggings. “I want these off, too, sweetness,” I rasp against her skin. “I want to see all of you.”
“I…I…”
“You’re beautiful, baby.”
Her expression softens, awe chasing away doubt. She nods bravely.
I reward her with a little kiss, so fucking humbled by her. Christ, she’s a goddess. And I’m two seconds from falling to my knees for her.
I take it slow, kissing her again and again, tweaking her nipples until she’s trembling. I slowly tug her pants and panties down her legs. She doesn’t tense up or freeze. She just wiggles her hips and then kicks off her flats, helping me get them down.