Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“You’re looking at me like I’m breakfast,” she teased lightly, her voice still husky with sleep but edged with a sass that sent heat streaking through me. Her gaze lifted, her eyes dancing mischievously, and her lips quirked in that irresistible way she had of challenging me. “I’m not edible, you know.”
I set the coffee mugs aside on the counter, closing the distance between us in two long strides. My hands found her hips, pulling her close enough that the scent of apples and honey enveloped me fully, heightening the already painful ache of want that surged through me.
“Oh, baby.” My voice was thick with barely restrained need. I dipped my head, letting my lips brush just below her ear, feeling her shiver against me as my fingers tightened possessively on her hips. “I could definitely live on eating you for every fucking meal.”
I watched Clara’s cheeks flush deep pink at my blatant declaration, her amber eyes widening before quickly darting away, landing somewhere around the kitchen tiles at her feet. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, clearly flustered but trying hard to hide it.
“That’s quite the offer,” she finally murmured, her voice breathier than usual, filled with a teasing heat that went straight to my groin.
I backed her into the counter, then rested one palm on the edge beside her hip, caging her against it as I tipped her chin up with the other, forcing her to meet my eyes.
“Not an offer, baby.” My voice was low and edged with restrained desire as my thumb brushed across her lower lip, tracing its softness slowly. Her breath hitched, warm against my skin. “Just stating a fact.”
Clara’s eyes darkened, her breathing growing shallow as her chest rose and fell faster beneath the faded black cotton of my T-shirt. She swallowed hard, her gaze locked on mine, her lips parting softly as though daring me to claim what I’d just promised.
“Are you hungry now?” she teased softly, a sultry note threading through her tone despite her attempt at sass. Her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip nervously, and the sight nearly snapped the last of my restraint.
“For you?” I moved even closer, pressing her gently back against the counter, until the entire length of her soft curves was flush against me, my erection already throbbing insistently between us. “Starving.”
She laughed breathlessly, her hands sliding up my chest until they wrapped around the back of my neck, her fingers tangling lightly into my hair. Her touch ignited a fire in my blood, setting every nerve ending alight.
I dipped my head, brushing my lips softly over the sensitive spot just below her ear, reveling in the shiver that rolled through her body. Her apples and honey scent was a perfect reminder of exactly where I belonged.
“Ronan,” she whispered, her hips pressing into me, and her body molding perfectly against mine, instinctively seeking more friction. “We have a whole festival to—”
“Later,” I growled, cutting her off as my mouth captured hers in a demanding kiss.
My tongue swept inside to tangle with hers, tasting her fully and savoring the little sound of surprise and pleasure that slipped past her lips. Her nails scraped lightly across the back of my neck, sending sparks straight to my cock. I deepened the kiss, desperate to claim more of her.
Her back arched, pressing her even closer to me, one of my hands sliding possessively down her side until it curled around her thigh, dragging it upward and urging her leg around my hip. Her soft gasp against my lips, the eager shift of her hips beneath mine, was almost my undoing.
“Fuck, Clara,” I groaned roughly, pulling back just enough to rest my forehead against hers, my breathing ragged. “I’m not gonna make it through this day without getting inside you again.”
Her cheeks burned scarlet, but her eyes gleamed with something daring and utterly irresistible. “Then maybe you shouldn’t wait.”
A surge of pure lust ripped through me, my self-control crumbling beneath the weight of her heated challenge. With a low growl, my hands slid under the hem of my T-shirt that covered her body, savoring the feel of her soft, bare skin beneath my palms.
Just as my fingertips grazed the curves of her hips to lift her onto the counter and take exactly what I needed right there, the shrill ring of my phone cut through the charged moment.
Clara’s head dropped to my shoulder, her muffled groan echoing the frustrated growl I swallowed back. “I swear, Ronan, whoever that is had better have a very, very good reason.”
I sighed heavily, reluctantly releasing my hold on her to dig the phone from my back pocket. My jaw tightened as my gaze narrowed on the screen, King’s name flashing impatiently. The president didn't call early in the morning unless something was important—usually club business that couldn’t wait.