Total pages in book: 174
Estimated words: 172061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 574(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 172061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 574(@300wpm)
I knew him.
I knew him.
I recognized those old parts of him every time he interacted with my children. Every time he gave a little more of himself to me. I recognized how difficult it was for him when he put his mother’s ring on my finger.
What it cost him.
And I wanted to give him this.
Steam filled the bathroom.
Viscid and hot.
But I could see him standing beneath the spray.
Rivulets of water slicked down the glorious edges of his body. Streams that curved and weaved and rippled over the cut, defined angles of packed muscle and glinted over the designs painted on his flesh.
And his hand…his hand was fisted around his enormous cock. Huge with the head bulging in his fierce, hard grip. My name tumbled from his mouth as he stroked himself once.
A shudder ripped through me, and I nearly tripped over my own feet.
So close to coming undone all over again at the sight.
Desire tumbled in my belly and a desperate throb ached between my thighs, and redness streaked over every inch of my skin.
Timidity tried to urge me back into hiding.
But I didn’t want to hide from him.
I didn’t want to hide from this.
Too many years had been lost for that.
He turned his face in my direction as if he felt the shockwave of need I exuded.
It brought me to my knees, and the air began to pant from my lungs. Hot water poured from above, instantly soaking my hair. Running down to saturate my tank and underwear.
Cash groaned, and I looked up at him through the spray to see his jaw clenched like he was trying to find restraint.
Only he had none.
He stroked himself once again.
“You need to get out of here, Daisy.” The words ground out of him.
“I can’t. I need this.”
Hazel eyes darkened to pitch. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“I do. I know exactly what I’m asking for. I’m asking you to let me give you a little of the pleasure you gave me. I want to show you that I’m not afraid of who you are. I want to taste you, too. Watch you come apart.”
My plea was jagged. The confession heaving from my juddering chest.
The sound that came out of him could only be described as feral, and I swore, I saw something inside him snap.
Greed took over every inch of his expression.
“Is that what you want? You want me to fuck your sweet little mouth? You want to feel my cock stuffing it so full you won’t be able to breathe?”
There was nothing gentle about his tone.
“Yes.” It quivered out, and the hard tiles bit into my knees.
Fisting himself, he turned so he was facing me, and he ran the tip of his dick across my lips.
“This? This what you want?”
“Yes, please.” I hoped I didn’t squeak it because on all things holy, I was nervous.
I wanted to be…good for him.
His hand fisted in my wet hair, and he tipped my head back. Water pelted against his shoulders. The man a fortress that towered. His skin was slicked, and every muscle in his body rippled with brute strength.
He was so brutally beautiful, I couldn’t breathe.
“It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” He murmured that. Soft and filled with regret.
It was. It was always supposed to be like this. Didn’t he know?
“I told you that you’re every fantasy I’ve ever dared to have.”
“Is that so?” His voice slipped right back into possession.
I nodded frantically.
“Every single one?” His hand tightened in my hair, as if he were challenging me, while he continued to rub himself back and forth across my lips.
Need spun through my belly, and chills lifted on my skin. “Every single one.”
It was you. It was always you.
“You always imagined this? Being on your knees for me?” Each word was gravel, and I gave him another erratic nod.
“I thought once you were finally mine, and it never went away. I always wanted it. I always wanted to know what it would be like with you.”
Not only this.
Everything.
This fantasy he’d been weaving since we came here. The idea of what he agreed to. The ring on my finger.
I choked off the dangerous thoughts.
There was no chance that fantasy would ever come true.
He already broke my heart once. I was a fool to beg for it again.
But I’d always been a fool for him because my heart leapt when I saw the swell of emotion rush him.
Greed.
Possession.
An age-old want that still burned.
“You never did know what’s good for you, did you, Little Wallflower?” It was both praise and a threat.
I should be afraid.
Afraid of all he was.
Of the scars that lined his body and the violence that skimmed his flesh.
Well that, and the giant erection that he kept running over my lips.
Instead, a pulse of desire throbbed through my middle.
I shuddered as I stared up at his beauty. Trembling in want and this old love that would forever hold me hostage.