Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
He peels it off and drops it on top of the pile with my shirt, then steps back just far enough to look me over. The heat in his eyes almost fries my nervous system. “Fucking hell, Montana. You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Then stop staring and get undressed, Texas.” My voice is all breath and need, which is embarrassing, except for the fact that he’s already yanking his own shirt off and my girly parts are singing.
He kicks off his boots and jeans, and suddenly I’m staring at the thick bulge under his boxer-briefs and wondering how this is going to work. Holy hell. The man is built like a Greek god. My mouth actually waters as my brain shuts down.
“See something you like, Montana?” His voice is low and rough, and my nipples go so hard it actually hurts a little.
“I might need a closer look, Texas.” God, I can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth, but I’m too far gone to care. “Just to make sure.”
He grins, then shucks the boxer-briefs in one easy motion. My jaw hits the floor. Holy. Shit. That cock is a work of art. Huge, thick, and hard.
CHAPTER TEN
COLE
For a second, Reine just stands there, eyes wide, lips parted, staring at my cock like she’s never seen one before. Her cheeks are bright red, but her gaze is so direct it short-circuits my brain. I flex, just a little, and her eyes follow the motion like she’s hypnotized.
“You think you can handle me, Montana?” I tease, but my voice comes out rougher than I mean it to, my chest tight from the way she’s looking at me.
She blinks, swallowing hard, then drags her gaze back up to my face. “I know I can.” She bites her lip, still staring, and the hunger in her eyes sends a jolt of electricity down my spine and straight to my balls.
I’m seconds from losing my goddamn mind. I step forward, pressing her back against the bathroom counter, every muscle straining with the effort not to just bend her over right here and fuck her until she screams. But I promised myself I’d take it slow, give her exactly what she needs. No matter how badly I want to skip straight to the main event.
Her nipples are hard and tight, pebbled from the cold air or maybe from the way I’m staring at them. I reach up and brush my thumb across one, and she shivers, arching into my hand. Fuck, she’s sensitive. I lean down and close my mouth around her nipple, sucking it gently, then biting just hard enough to make her gasp.
Her hands fly to my shoulders, nails digging in. I glance up, and she’s watching me with this wild, unguarded hunger that makes my cock throb so hard I nearly black out. She’s so goddamn beautiful it hurts.
I slide my hands down to her hips, then hook my thumbs into the waistband of her jeans. The denim clings to her like a second skin, showing off every curve of her thighs and ass. I pop the button, drag down the zipper, and push the jeans over her hips while she manages to kick off her boots. The jeans hit the tile with a slap, and she stands there in nothing but a tiny scrap of black lace.
I stare for a second, because, honestly, I might never get used to this view. Her body is a miracle—soft and strong, every inch of her begging to be worshipped. I slide my fingers under the lace and stroke, gentle, testing. She’s already wet, slick, hot, and perfect. She gasps, clutching my biceps, and grinds herself into my hand.
“Shit, Montana. You’re soaked.” My cock twitches, desperate to be inside her, but I want to see her fall apart first.
She glares up at me, blue eyes blazing. “Stop stalling and do something about it.”
I smirk, tugging her panties down and off. “You don’t have to ask me twice,” I say, voice pure sin.
She yanks my head down and kisses me, rough and needy, like she wants to devour me from the inside out. I kiss her back, letting her set the pace, then scoop her up by the ass and carry her straight into the shower.
I twist the knob and water flows. The water warms while I nibble my way down the side of her soft throat. The room fills with fog as she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips. I press her against the wall, grinding my cock between her thighs.
Her breath stutters. “Hurry up,” she whispers, and I can hear the smile in her voice.
“You can’t rush perfection.” I nip at her collarbone and dip my head to nip at her shoulder and down to the soft swell of her tit. I worship her, slow and thorough, tasting every inch, while she claws at my back and moans my name.