Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 77171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Her hands are still on me. Her body is still pressing back. Her mouth is still open.
That’s not resistance.
I don’t believe she wants to stop. I don’t believe anything except what I feel under my hands. Against my body. The heat, the tension.
My cock is hard as a fucking rock, and I’m not stopping.
Not now. Not in a few minutes.
Not until I take what I want. What I fucking need.
I grab her wrist hard to remind her that she stepped into this. Into me.
She asked for it.
I punish her with my mouth. I consume her, devour her, dare her to get away.
She won’t.
The kiss is hard and demanding. Our mouths are crushed together, our tongues wrapped around each other’s, our teeth clashing.
Fuck…
I move my grip from her wrist and slide my hand up her arm. I dig into her flesh, just enough to feel her muscles tense.
But she doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t break.
And that spurs me on.
I shove her again, and her back hits the wall. I don’t pause. I don’t give her the second she had yesterday. I hold her there with my weight, shove my cock against her so she can feel what she’s doing to me.
Mine.
I don’t say it. Only feel it. Not in a word but in a sensation.
“You don’t understand,” I grit out. “I tried to warn you.”
She tilts her head back, exposing her throat. I see the mark where I grabbed her. I see the pulse in her carotid. It’s rapid, inviting.
She thinks she’s daring me. She has no idea that I don’t take dares.
“Then stop me,” she says, her tone low and sultry. “Do it, Samson. If I don’t heed your warnings, then fucking stop me.”
Damn it. It’s that same defiance that’s been pushing at me since the first moment I saw her.
I should let her go.
But I don’t.
Because she just stripped the last piece of restraint I had left.
I slide my other hand up to her luscious tits and grasp on, not gently. She gasps, but I silence her with my tongue in her mouth. I find her hard nipple through the fabric, pinch it, twist it.
A groan—more of a vibration than a sound—rips through her.
I move upward, grab the collar of her blouse, and tug hard, ripping straight through the filmy material.
Another gasp that is silenced by my mouth covering hers.
I break the kiss then. Look into her burning eyes. I say nothing. Let my own eyes speak.
If she tells me to stop, I won’t.
She doesn’t.
I finish off the rest of her flimsy blouse and slide it over her shoulders until it falls to the floor. Then I tackle her bra. It opens in the front—bless her—and it’s not long for this world. In a flash it’s on the floor next to what remains of her top.
I grab her hand, never letting my gaze stray from hers, and push it against the bulge in my jeans. “Feel this,” I say. “Feel what you’re doing to me, Delaney. I tried to warn you.”
“To stay away from the marina. My research,” she rasps out. “You didn’t warn me to stay away from you.”
I breathe in through my teeth. “You didn’t need a warning about me. You fucking knew. And you invited me up here anyway. You made your choice. Now you’re going to get what we both want.”
I grab both her tits and squeeze. Hard.
Her breath breaks.
I pull her against me, still holding onto her tits. I pinch one nipple. Then the other. Then both. I twist. Hard. Harder, expecting protest.
She doesn’t.
And that snaps whatever was still holding me together.
She’s not yielding. She’s meeting me.
Pushing back.
Matching me.
Damn. I want to take her, use her body, force her to please me.
Instead, she’s answering, daring.
I don’t slow down.
I don’t measure.
I don’t care what this is supposed to be.
I take her mouth again, harder, deeper, cutting off anything she might say, anything I might say.
Because there’s nothing left to say. I’m all in now. And so is she.
I slide my hand under the waistband of her jeans and into her panties.
“God…” I groan into her mouth. “You’re so wet, Delaney. Fuck…”
She jerks away, but I hold fast. Her body is speaking. Her body wants this. So does she. She’s made that clear.
I pull away from her, give her the illusion of choice.
“Off. The boots. The jeans. All of it. Now.”
She sucks in a breath. “And if I don’t?”
“Then I’ll do it for you, and you won’t like how I do it.”
Her eyes narrow. “You already destroyed my blouse.”
“I’m not talking about your clothes, Delaney. If you disobey me, I’ll punish you.”
She scoffs. “Punish me? Are you serious?”
I cup her cheek, thumb her soft skin. “Deadly,” I say through clenched teeth. “I’m always deadly serious.”
She shudders, but not from nerves. She’s hot. Turned on. Ready to come for me. Yet she makes no move to finish undressing.