Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 142214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 711(@200wpm)___ 569(@250wpm)___ 474(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 711(@200wpm)___ 569(@250wpm)___ 474(@300wpm)
“My brothers and I will get it in the morning.”
Pulling the reins, Mr. Pemberley turned the heavy sleigh away from the breeze and headed deeper into the woods, following a dark trail that led directly to Greyson’s house. The jingle of sleigh bells created the melody as they sipped cocoa and cuddled close to escape the cold.
The sleigh shifted slightly over a rut in the trail, and her hand instinctively shot out, grabbing Greyson’s thigh for balance. Tensing beneath her fingers, his muscles responded, and she meant to pull away, to laugh it off—but he covered her hand with his, keeping it there, anchoring her to him.
Their eyes met and the silence between them crackled with unspoken desires. Brushing his finger along the inside of her wrist, slow and deliberate, Greyson moved his thumb with intent. Her pulse leapt to meet his touch, and a small, involuntary gasp escaped her lips. His hand closed around her wrist and squeezed.
He leaned close, his cold nose brushing her cheek. “You’re trembling.”
Giving him a knowing look, she said nothing. Her wanting was perfectly clear.
He silently chuckled and sat back, a confident grin curving his lips. Promises hung between them amongst the anxious need to get back home.
Sweet, unbearable anticipation stretched and tightened inside of her the longer they drove. Agonizingly delicious, in ways she’d never imagined wanting could be, she closed her eyes and got off on the sensation.
“Tired?” he whispered.
“No.”
His knowing stare held hers. “I’m going to strip you naked as soon as you walk through the door.” His hand slid dangerously higher under the blanket that covered their laps. “And then I’m going to lick every sexy inch of you.”
She shivered as the cabin lights glowed through the trees in the distance. The closer they came to their final destination, the more Wren became fully aware of every pulsing part of her body.
“Do you think I have time for a quick shower? I can’t feel my toes.”
“You have until I get the fire going again.”
Smoke curled from the chimney into the night sky as Greyson’s home came into view. Of course, he stocked the woodstove with enough wood to keep it warm. That gave her less than two minutes. She’d be lucky to get out of her clothes.
Her heart thundered in her chest as the sleigh jostled to a stop.
“Here we are, kids.”
Greyson hopped onto the snow and reached for her, lifting her out of the carriage as if she weighed nothing at all and purposely sliding her body down his front. “I’ll meet you inside.”
Her heart pounded with anticipation. She barely had her boots off when the front door swung shut with a promising click, and the deadbolt latched. Pivoting, Wren froze as Greyson’s intense stare darkened on her.
He glanced down. “You have until I get these two logs in the fire.”
She playfully staggered backwards. “What about the one in your pants?”
“That one’s going inside you.”
She spun and darted into the bedroom, stripping clumsily out of her clothes. She was down to long johns and her bra when he loomed in the bedroom door. The promising look in his blue eyes told her time was up.
She ran for the bathroom and turned the water on high. But as her fingers hooked into her bottoms, he caught her arms and corralled her under the water.
“Greyson! Your clothes!”
His mouth crashed to hers in a clash of hunger and need. Fumbling with the buttons of his coat, laughing breathlessly, she pulled at his drenched layers. Greyson tried to shrug out of his jacket but the water made everything ten times heavier.
“Let me help.” Tugging hard, she hung from his arm and laughed.
“It’s like peeling a damn onion.” He finally got the coat off and tossed it onto the floor in a wet heap.
Wriggling out of her long johns and panties, she threw them on top of his sopping wet coat. Her hands went back to his shirt as water sprayed into her eyes. “You’re wearing half the North Pole.”
Greyson’s gravelly laugh curled into her. “Take this off.”
Her arms lifted as he peeled off her wet bra. It landed with a splat and everything stilled. The spray of water pouring over them as he smiled down at her, soaking wet and still in his jeans.
“Is this a dream?” He dragged his palms over her skin, lifting her arms above her head. He kissed her then dropped to his knees.
Heat carved into her the moment his mouth closed over her sex. Ripples of pleasure quickly transformed into waves, and before she knew it her cries were ricocheting off the tile walls as she came on his tongue.
Breathing hard, he stood to face her, anticipation mounting as heat crackled between them. One heartbeat. Two. Then, he crushed his mouth to hers in a hard, unstoppable kiss.
His heavy jeans hit the floor as he lifted her to his hips. “I want your tight pussy wrapped around my dick,” he rasped, voice rough as sandpaper, eyes burning with molten need.