Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Then she breathed my name. It was barely more than a whisper, but it still cracked something wide open inside me.
“Lucas.”
I fucking snapped.
One second, I was staring at the ceiling, my jaw clenched so tight it hurt. Next, I rolled over, and my body caged hers beneath me before she could take another breath. My hands caught hers, and I pinned them above her head. My chest pressed against her soft curves, her legs parting just enough for me to settle between them.
Her eyes were wide, and her lips parted, but she didn’t look scared. She looked hungry. Her breath caught, her chest rose hard against mine, and her thighs tightened slightly around my hips as her body had already made a decision she hadn’t yet said out loud.
I dipped my head, my mouth brushing her cheek, then her ear. My voice came out rough, a low growl dragged straight from my soul. “Don’t move unless I tell you.”
She let out a shaky breath, and her body went still beneath mine. In surrender.
Fuck.
I pulled back just enough to see her face in the moonlight filtering through the blinds. Her cheeks were flushed, her blue eyes glassy with heat, and her lower lip caught between her teeth.
That raw, open need did something to me. Rewired every nerve ending in my body and replaced it with a primal, possessive hunger to make her feel so good she’d forget everyone but me.
“Okay.”
That soft sound flipped the last switch.
Maren was mine.
And it was time she knew it.
My mouth crushed hers with the kind of hunger that had been simmering for days. Raw, commanding, and full of the tension I’d been choking down since she walked out of the bathroom in my shirt.
The second our lips met, she gasped into my mouth, her hands twitching in my grip like her body didn’t know whether to freeze or reach for more.
But she didn’t fight me. She let me lead, as if she’d been waiting for it. As though giving up control to me was the most natural thing in the world for her.
There was also an innocence about her that made me wonder if she’d been kissed this thoroughly before. Then I put that thought right out of my head because the thought of another man anywhere near Maren made me feel savage. I wanted to rip them limb from limb.
Her mouth was warm, soft, and pliant while I kissed her with a force that left no room for misunderstanding. I wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t a gentle press of lips and some teenage fumbling. I was going to fucking own her.
My tongue swept across the seam of her lips, and I growled, “Open for me.”
She did it immediately. There was no hesitation.
The simple act of her submission sent something dark and possessive surging through my chest.
“Good girl,” I rasped, swallowing her whimper as I deepened the kiss.
The second her tongue brushed mine, I growled low in my chest. I didn’t bother hiding how much I liked that. She tasted like everything I’d ever fucking wanted but hadn’t let myself believe I could have. The kind of bliss a man didn’t recover from. Sweet, breathy, and addictive.
Fuck. I needed more. So much more.
The kiss turned more demanding, and I dragged her bottom lip between my teeth until she moaned beneath me. That soft and needy sound, muffled by my mouth, sent a bolt of lust straight to my cock.
I shifted, grinding into her just enough to let her feel what she did to me. Her body bowed off the mattress, her soft curves fitting to mine like she was made for me. I let go of her wrists with one hand and slid it down, roaming her side, sliding under the shirt she wore—my shirt—finding nothing beneath it but smooth, hot skin and curves that made my cock throb harder against her hip. I didn't shove the shirt off her. Not yet. Just pushed the hem up high enough to expose the perfect tits I’d been thinking about all damn night.
I squeezed one mound then slid my hand lower to skim the dip of her waist, flare of her hips, and soft flesh at the top of her thigh.
Her skin was hot beneath the cotton, her body arching for every touch, and I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to feel her everywhere. Memorize how she trembled under my hand. I wanted her pinned beneath me, begging me to fuck her so hard she forgot every man who came before.
If there had ever been one.
My pace slowed, and I poured every filthy intention into the way my mouth moved over hers. When I finally pulled back, I was breathing hard, like I’d been the one under siege. Her eyes were closed, her lips swollen from my kiss, her breath uneven and shallow.