Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Although Hope now had a big, strong beast in the other room to protect her, he was still a room away. He made a promise to protect her and in her heart, she believed him, but it was more than that. Her feelings were mixed up in that promise. Hope was attracted to Gage Gibson and wanted to be wrapped up in his arms, protected from the storm. Held and looked after like a helpless woman, needing a strong man like him. She lusted after Gage Gibson so desperately, but danger lurked around every corner, and she had more to be concerned about.
Instead of fantasizing about her handsome rescuer, she decided a drink of water would help. She looked toward the clock on the nightstand, and it was after two in the morning.
The second her feet touched the cool wooden floor, she heard his voice. “Hope?” It resonated with her deep down in her bones. She hadn’t known him long enough for it, but it didn’t matter.
“Are you okay, Hope?” Gage’s voice had caught her off guard given the late hour.
Hurrying to the door, she unlocked it and let him in. “Um…yes.” It bothered her that she woke him up, although she was quite surprised to see him at her door in a flash. Had she cried out in her sleep?
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Gage had stepped in the room, doing his best to ignore the electricity that surged between them by staring at the windows and avoiding her barely covered body. The storm ripped through the sky again drawing both of their eyes to the window and then to each other. “Sorry—I guess the storm woke us both.” Gage stared at her, lying through his teeth. He hadn’t been able to sleep until his body caved to fatigue every night since she came to stay. His eyes raked over the tempting image she made in the skimpy nightwear. She only had on a shirt, and her long red hair, messy from the bed, curled slightly.
Tonight had been the first night he’d been a good boy and stayed in his room. It may have been for the best, but now that good intention evaporated, just like the moisture on his lips. He slid his tongue out along his bottom lip and around to the top. He had to be careful because she was extremely sensitive.
Hope stood before him in just his T-shirt—the one he let her borrow the first night. Gage had gotten her a whole new wardrobe two days ago, and yet, she slept in his clothes. His cock throbbed against his boxer shorts, stretching the fabric until the tip poked out of the waistband. He’d forgotten to put a shirt on, leaving the strength of his desire for her on display.
Hope watched Gage with equal lust. Her eyes immediately moved to the V shape right at the apex of his hips where his cock jerked. The tip popped out of the top and sent a new craving through her. A part of her mentally fought the urge to drop to her knees and lick the bead of cum on the head, but her common sense and self-control kicked in.
Their eyes met, alerting her to the fact that she’d been caught eagerly eye-fucking his cock. She blushed as her pussy juices coated her inner thighs, forcing her to slam them closed. The sound of slapping flesh caught Gage’s attention, dragging his eyes directly to the edge of the shirt. A low groan rumbled from his chest, and his thick rod jerked in his shorts. Their bodies were full of hunger—something had to give.
“Um…we only have two options. I can turn around and go to bed with my cock standing up like a steel pole, or I can carry you back to my bed where I’m going to make you scream my name and bury my cock so damn deep in your innocence that neither of us will want it to end.”
“Hey, I need to get rid of that two-million-dollar price tag, anyway.”
They both smirked at the idea, although Gage felt his blood boil with the thought that someone wanted her virginity. In reality, he understood that there would be hundreds if not thousands of guys who would love to claim her virtue. However, knowing that someone put a price on it pissed him off. She belonged to him.
He wagged his finger, beckoning her. “Come here.” Hope sauntered toward him. As she closed the distance, her tits bounced against the thin material with her hardening nipples acting like beacons in a raging storm. He held onto an inner strength he hadn’t been aware he possessed.
“I’m here,” she whispered, pressing her hand to his chest. “Do your worst.”
“I’m only allowed to give you my best,” Gage growled, sliding his hand around her waist, dragging her body firmly against his and slamming his mouth onto hers. Their tongues danced, sliding across each other. They stood in the doorway of her room, kissing until they were both breathless.