Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Well, now that he’s so close, I’m nervous. His eyes have darkened, and he tips my chin up as his gaze lowers to my lips.
I lick them, and his jaw tightens.
“Do you want to know why I haven’t tasted you yet?”
“Yeah, I want to know.” I had no idea my voice could do that. Go all breathy and gravelly.
“Because once I start, I won’t want to stop.” His thumb comes up to gently graze over my bottom lip, and his eyes find mine again. “I’ll want the taste of you on my tongue all the time, and I promised you that I’d be professional and keep my hands to myself.”
“I know.” I swallow hard. “But I think we’ve crossed that line, Tucker.”
“And are you okay with that?”
He’s watching me so closely, as if he’s studying me, looking for any sign that I might be uncomfortable.
But I’m not.
I’ve never been this needy for a man in my life.
“I’m okay with it. I don’t know how I thought I could stay away from you.”
He steps closer, his big hands frame my face, and his lips are so close to mine, I can smell the coffee on his breath and feel the heat from his hard body.
My hands fist into his shirt at his waist, and I scoot closer, so my stomach lines up with his cock, and he growls, sending goose bumps all over me.
He lowers his lips so slowly, and covers mine softly, as if he’s still waiting for me to say no. As if he’s afraid that I don’t really want this with him, and it makes me want it all the more. When I moan and boost up on my toes, Tucker deepens the kiss, and I open to him, welcoming his tongue inside my mouth as stars explode around me, and I swear to God, I might have died and gone to heaven. My hands glide around to his back as his hands move into my hair, and he holds me still. I press my breasts to his stomach as he devours my mouth. He nibbles my lips, then sinks into me again, and holy shit, if he can set me off like this with just a kiss, what would he be able to do to me if we were naked?
He might kill me.
But what a way to go.
“Fuck, you’re the sweetest thing,” he murmurs against my lips as we both take a breath. He doesn’t pull away. He rests his forehead to mine, and we’re pressed tightly together from head to knees, as if we can’t get enough of each other.
I can’t get enough of him.
His eyes are on mine, so full of lust and longing, but gentle too. It makes my heart warm.
I rub my hands up and down his back, and he brushes my hair back, then frames my face again and nuzzles my nose, back and forth, before pulling back and smiling softly down at me.
“You want to know what the only downside of that was?” he asks.
“What?”
“Now I have to work all day and pretend like I don’t want to carry you upstairs to my bedroom, strip you down, and worship you until you’re screaming.”
Holy fucking shit.
I swallow hard and press my lips together and then start to laugh. Because this is so unexpected and a little ridiculous, but also so much fun.
When was the last time I had fun with a man?
“Is that a he’s really bad at that laugh, or I can’t believe I did that laugh?” he asks.
“It’s a I don’t know how I got here, but I’m really glad I did laugh.” I pat his chest and enjoy the hard muscles under my touch. “As much as I’d love to stand here and make out with you all day, we should get to work.”
Before I can turn away to grab a shovel, Tucker moves back in, but this time, he leans down, grips me by the back of my thighs and lifts me, braces me against the wall of the barn, and I wrap my arms around his neck and legs around his waist as he kisses me once more. This isn’t soft and gentle and new.
This is sexy and primal. This is I want you so bad, I ache with it.
I moan against his lips and circle my hips, moving against the hardness I feel behind the fly of his jeans, and he groans before kissing down my jaw and burying his face in my neck and biting me there, then soothing it with his tongue.
“Fuck, you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met in my goddamn life.”
That admission lights me up inside. This incredible man wants me. The broken one. The one who’s bad with people and scarred so horribly, I’ll never let him see parts of my body.