Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
My cock jerked hard behind my zipper, and I had to plant one hand on the counter beside her hip before I gave in and shoved myself between her thighs. “You objectifying me, Miss Everett?”
Her eyes snapped back to mine, her cheeks going pink even while her mouth twitched. “You’re the one who took your shirt off in front of me.”
A laugh scraped out of me, appreciating how she had sass even when she was flustered and sitting on my bathroom counter like every filthy thought I’d ever had in one neat, tempting package.
I moved between her knees and let my hands settle on the outside of her thighs. “Careful, baby. Or I’m gonna start misbehaving just to see how much I can make you blush.”
Her breath caught, and her cheeks infused with color, but there was heat and amusement in her hazel-green eyes. Then her gaze flicked past me to the shower, drifted toward the open bathroom door and the bed beyond, before bouncing back to the steam gathering behind my shoulders.
Confusion creased her brow, and I watched her put the pieces together without finding the one that mattered.
I cupped her face with one hand and popped the button of her leather pants with the other, letting my knuckles brush the warm skin beneath her waistband as her lips parted. “We’ll get on the bed soon enough. But first, I’m washing the track off both of us, and then I’m taking my time with you because I have a feeling you’re gonna need it before you can take me.”
She blinked up at me, her brows pulling together like she’d heard the words but not the meaning behind them. The innocence in that look had my grip tightening at her waist.
I slid my fingers beneath her chin, holding her steady so she couldn’t look away. Then I leaned down and ran my nose along her jaw. “Are you a virgin, baby?”
Her body jerked, and if I hadn’t already had one hand at her chin and two fingers hooked in the front of her waistband, she would’ve pulled back far enough to hide. I released her jaw, letting my expression soften just enough to take the sting out without cooling the heat between us.
Her cheeks were blazing now, the pretty pink turning darker under my stare, and I had to force my eyes not to drop to see how far that blush went beneath her tank. Instead, I kept my focus on her face, brushing one finger over the hot curve of her cheek while my other hand stayed exactly where it was, holding her close.
“Suspected it the first time I said something dirty and your cheeks turned this deep, pretty shade of red. Then you’d kiss me like you wanted to climb inside my skin, but the second I pushed a little harder, you got that look in your eyes.”
“What look?”
“The one that said you wanted more and didn’t know exactly what it meant yet.” I leaned in, brushing my mouth over hers, keeping the kiss brief even though she tried to follow. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, baby. But I need to know before I put my hands on you the way I’ve been dying to all fucking week.”
She searched my face like she expected to find disappointment or hesitation there. When she didn’t, the tension in her shoulders eased a fraction even though her cheeks stayed flushed.
Her fingers lifted, and she traced the speedometer in my tattoo before flattening her hand over my heartbeat. The contact sent a heavy pulse through my cock, and I ground my back teeth together because one innocent palm on my skin should not have felt like a match dropped into gasoline.
“It really doesn’t bother you if I’m a virgin?”
“No.” Nothing about her being untouched bothered me. If anything, the knowledge punched straight to the place in me that wanted to carve my name into her life so deep no other man could ever reach her. “It just means I don’t have to hunt down any motherfuckers and kill them for putting their hands on my woman.”
She giggled, but the sound trailed off when she caught my expression. I wasn’t entirely joking, and she read enough of that truth in my face to make her lips part around a softer breath.
I kissed her again before she could ask whether I meant it, my hand sliding from her cheek to the back of her neck while the other slipped beneath the waistband of her pants and under the edge of her panties. The second my fingers reached the slick heat between her thighs, a groan tore out of my chest.
She was soaked for me.
I broke the kiss just enough to look down at her, breathing harder now, the steam thickening around us while my hand stayed exactly where it was. “You been this wet for me all night?”