Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
I expect him to climb on top of me but to my surprise, that’s not what he does. Instead, he lies down on his side next to me. “You’re beautiful. You’ve always captivated me.”
I’m not sure what to say to that. He barely knows me. But before I can point that out, he drops his head and kisses me. I taste my essence on his lips and tongue, and suddenly, I want to be the one exploring him.
My hands go underneath his shirt, tracing his abs. But when I get to his side and feel the scars, I freeze. Ford has scars exactly like this in the same place.
Tonight, when the stranger talked to me, I kept thinking of Ford. I even thought his voice sounded alike. It isn’t possible, is it? Is the stranger who just licked me to the best orgasm of my life my grumpy boss?
He never stops kissing me, invading my mouth with his tongue. But he moves my hands from underneath his shirt, puts them back over his clothes.
The gesture is so subtle, and yet it makes me ache for him. I think of the way he quickly tugged his shirt down on the couch. Is there a side to Ford I haven’t seen? Is his grumpiness more than just too much time alone in his cabin?
I want to reach for his mask and yank it down. I want to take off mine. But what if he doesn’t know who I am? What if the moment he sees me, his lust fades? The thought sends a bolt of pain through my body.
Ford notices and stops kissing me. He presses his forehead to mine, his breathing ragged. “If you need to stop–”
I don’t let him finish his sentence. I throw my leg over his hip, having already made up my mind. Even though he doesn’t know it’s me, I’m still going to steal this moment. I’m going to sleep with my mountain man boss. “Fuck me hard.”
Chapter 8
Ford
There is no blood left north of my belt. I’m certain of it. When Joy whispers in my ear, demanding I fuck her hard, I know that my cock is never going down again.
I’ll live as the man with the permanent hard-on. They’ll write medical papers about me, but they’ll never guess that it was this curvy little ray of sunshine who did it.
I’ll hide her away from the rest of humanity. Just the thought that another man might see her makes me want to destroy the world. No one can have her. She’s only for me. I’m the only one who gets to taste her perfect pussy and feel it snapping tightly around my dick.
I grab a small pillow and toss it behind her before I roll her over on it. She gasps at the way her hips are raised.
“That’s to make sure you feel every inch,” I explain, rucking up her dress. Her ruined panties are in my pocket, a souvenir from the hottest moment of my life.
She spreads her thighs, eager for what I’m about to give her. Just the sight of her wet center has my mouth watering again. I can still taste her juices on my tongue.
There’s only enough rational thought left in my brain to focus on one thing–getting a condom on. Fuck, I wish she knew it were me with her. Wish she wanted to carry my baby as much as I want to give her one.
But if she knew it were me behind this mask, would she still be lying on her back and gazing up at me with so much trust written on her sweet face?
I’m not sure I want to know the answer to that question, so I distract myself by rolling on the condom.
I don’t even bother getting out of my clothes. I’m too far gone to do more than push my pants down. Later, we’ll explore each other’s bodies. There will be time later, I desperately reassure myself. If I think it enough, it will come true.
The moment the condom is on, I’m rolling over and sliding into her body. Nothing in life prepared me for this moment, for the way her heat would grip me so perfectly or the way my heart would beat for the first time at her little sigh.
“I know,” I murmur at the wonder in her expression. After this, I have to find a way to make her fall in love with me. I can’t give her up. Not after knowing what it feels like to have her beneath me so beautifully undone.
“It’s amazing.” She writhes against me, rolling her hips. “I didn’t know…you’d…feel this…good.”
I slip my thumb between our bodies, desperate to know what it feels like when she’s coming. I got a little taste of it earlier but now, I need to feel it from the inside out. I need to see her face this time.