Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
She melted into me with a soft sound, her hands sliding up my chest, gripping my shirt like she was afraid I might disappear. I wasn’t going anywhere. This was a reminder of how good it felt to be held like this. Kissed like this. Wanted like this.
I didn’t give her a second to pull away. Didn’t give her space to second-guess. Turning us around, I backed her deeper into the room, never breaking the kiss. Letting the heat between us speak louder than anything words ever could.
She was mine. And I was damn well going to prove it.
Her back hit another wall with a soft thud, and I pressed in, one hand braced beside her head while the other slid up the side of her body—fingers curling over the curve of her jaw as I angled her mouth to mine. I kissed her like I was starving and she was the only fucking thing on earth that could keep me breathing. Her lips were hot, soft, and slick from the way she kept gasping for air between each hungry clash of our mouths. My tongue drove into her like I couldn’t get close enough, taste enough, take enough.
I shoved my thigh between hers and dragged my hand down, slipping it under the hem of her shirt, palm flattening over her ribs. Her skin was warm, and her chest rose and fell as she’d just run full tilt down the block. She moaned into my mouth when my hand cupped her breast. Full and round, so damn perfect. My cock throbbed hard against the seam of my jeans. Her nipple peaked under my palm, and I rolled it between two fingers, slowly at first, then rougher when she arched into the touch like she needed the burn of it.
“Mine, Rylin,” I growled against her mouth, voice low and guttural. “You get that yet?”
She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders through the soft cotton of my T-shirt. “Micah—”
“That’s not a fucking answer,” I muttered, pressing my hips into her so she could feel exactly what she was doing to me. I was rock-hard, straining against the fly of my jeans, and when her body shifted just right, her heat rubbed along the length of my cock through two thin layers of fabric. I let out a strangled sound that might’ve been a curse or might’ve been her name. Didn’t fucking matter. I was about to lose my mind.
I tore my mouth away from hers and grabbed the hem of her shirt with both hands, yanking it up over her head in one rough pull. Her hair tumbled loose around her face as the fabric cleared her arms, and she blinked up at me, dazed and flushed, her lips swollen from my kiss. Her bra was baby blue, some lacy little scrap with her nipples barely contained behind the thin mesh.
The adrenaline from everything that had happened pumped in my veins, snapping the threads of my control. Possessiveness clawed at my nerves, sharper because of the fear I’d felt at the thought of losing her. I just shoved the cups down, dragging them under the swell of her plump globes and out of my way.
“These tits,” I muttered, palms sliding up to mold around them. “Fucking mouthwatering.”
I bent my head and latched onto one, drawing the nipple into my mouth and sucking hard. Her whole body jerked. She let out a ragged cry and fisted her hands in my hair, pulling at the strands like she didn’t know whether she wanted to stop me or make me go deeper.
I used one hand to cup and lift her tit toward my mouth, keeping the other occupied—palming the opposite mound. My fingers dragged over the nipple again and again, twisting and plucking, until it was just as tight and flushed as the one I had in my mouth.
She whimpered, writhing against me, thighs rubbing together. “Micah…please—”
I didn’t let up. I sucked harder, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just to feel the way she shuddered against me. My fingers pinched and tugged the other puckered tip with no mercy. She cried out again, panting like she couldn’t get enough air.
“Say it,” I demanded, pulling back enough to speak, my breath hot and ragged against her wet skin. I dragged my mouth to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment while I waited for her to give me what I wanted.
“Say you’re mine, Rylin. Say it, and I’ll give you what you’re begging for.”
A soft whimper fell from her lips, and I bit down on the peak in my mouth.
Her hips bucked against me. “Yours. I’m yours. Please, Micah.”
I sucked hard once more, then let her nipple go with a wet pop. I pulled back just far enough to look at her. Her eyes were glassy, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed red, and her chest heaved with every sharp breath she dragged in.