Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“Mate,” I growl into her neck, stooping forward and bouncing her against my lap. “I must fuck you, Darla. I am in agony.”
“I don’t know if I’m ready. Can we cuddle and kiss? And see how things go?”
I’m very surprised how much making demands on her causes me shame. Could I rip off her bathing suit, pin her down on the beach and ram my lust up between her perfect legs? Easily. I would barely have to use an ounce of my strength. It would rid me of this aching stiffness, for at least a time.
But I want her happy so much, I’m willing to consider this pain.
No, when I grunt an affirmative, that we can kiss and cuddle, she smiles at me with dimples, and I know I’d live with the pain for centuries.
Anything for my Darla.
But I will soon find out that I’ve overestimated my abilities to resist her.
Three
Darla
What made me think people weren’t going to stare at Moby?
As we sneak through one of the side entrances of the resort, one guest drops all her belongings and three maids run for their lives. Of course they do. He’s a seven-foot god holding a balled-up sweatshirt over his junk. On top of that, he is gorgeous.
Not in a classically handsome kind of way.
In an ancient, murderous barbarian kind of way.
And he will not take his soulful gray eyes off me. He follows, towering behind me, his chest flexed like he might have to fight an army for my attention. Uh, no. Unlikely. Because for the first time in my life, there are butterflies in my stomach when I look at a member of the opposite sex. There are so many decisions I am making tonight that would be deemed unsafe by, well, anyone. But I have this strange sense of safety when I am near Moby. No matter how we met. Or how clear he’s made it that he wants to have sex with me.
Somehow, I feel as though I’m pulling the strings.
People have been making life choices on my behalf for so long, but now there is a seven-foot dreamboat wrapped around my finger.
No wonder I can’t stop smiling.
“This is my room,” I say breathily, tapping my key card against the reader and pushing open the door after the green light blinks. “You might want to duck coming through the door,” I suggest, backing into the room and watching him enter. Good lord, he looks like a confused being from another universe, running his fingers over the surface of paintings and squinting up at the recessed lighting. “Are you hungry?”
He thinks for a moment. “Yes, I think I am.”
I laugh, because obviously he’s joking. Who wouldn’t know if they’re hungry? But it’s just one of many unusual phrases he’s spoke throughout the night. For instance, he calls sex…mating. He calls me “little human.” He claims he doesn’t know his age. But part of me wonders if he’s just a lot older than my eighteen. In his early thirties, at the very least. Maybe he doesn’t want to scare me off?
I’m not sure he could at this point.
Not after that way he kissed me so satisfyingly.
Not after he sent Leonardo running for the hills.
Not after…
Then maybe I’m Daddy from now on.
My sex organs wind like a top, contracting, leaving me wet and winded. I didn’t even know I was capable of being turned on to such a degree. This man does it, though.
And he wants more. All of me. Tonight.
“I’ll order some room service for us, if you want to go sit on the patio.” I gesture to the private, enclosed seating area where I have my own private infinity pool overlooking the ocean. “There’s a pool. It’s heated and—”
“I will wait for you. You will come with me.”
Why does his rapt attention feel so incredible? It’s authentic and it feels like he’s studying me, so he doesn’t miss a single detail. “Okay,” I say, very aware that I’m in nothing but a wet bikini and he’s not really bothering to hide his privates anymore, now that we’re inside the room and I’ve already seen it. And them.
Geez Louise. I’ve never seen a man’s balls in real life, but I’m pretty sure they’re not supposed to be the size of two fresh picked oranges. Perfectly proportional and clean as a whistle, too. Not that I’m looking. I just…come on. It’s impossible to ignore his penis, which always remains heavily full and semi-erect. It’s almost enviable, the way he saunters through my hotel room with the utmost confidence, his male splendor on full display.
“Where do you order room service?”
I frown, pointing to the QR code affixed to the bedside table. “Oh, I just scan this and then we can order whatever we want.”
“With that little machine?” He taps the screen of my phone with his finger. “You can order food?”