Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 160042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
I mean, this is my first kiss and he’s the one with all the knowledge. So I let him hoist me up, and I climb his body, my thighs going around his slim hips and my ankles crossing at his back. I let him knead my ass with his large hands and long fingers that stretch and pull apart my cheeks so roughly that I moan into his mouth.
That moan is a lesson, too, actually.
Because when I make noises into the kiss, it makes him kiss me even harder. It makes him take my lips into his mouth and suck on them like I’m the lemonade. Like I’m the drink he hasn’t had in eight years, and that’s true, isn’t it? He hasn’t kissed anyone in so long, hasn’t felt the softness, the fullness of a woman, that my heart clenches in my chest. I start to feel selfish for asking him to slow down. What was I thinking? It’s okay, though. I’ll make up for it now.
And I do that by moaning harder, louder. By pressing my mouth into his even more, kissing him back even harder than before. I do it by arching my back and squeezing my thighs around him. By twisting and moving against him, dragging that place between my thighs they say is the softest part of a woman against the hard ridges of his abs, so he can feel more of me.
All of me.
And it works because he groans. His chest shudders, and for a few seconds, his breaths are so large that my lungs feel all swollen with them. Like there’s too much air in me, too many beats in my heart, too much life in my veins. Too much fluttering and quickening in my belly.
Amid all this, he begins to walk without breaking the kiss. Which is good because I don’t want to come up for air, and I don’t really care about where he’s taking me. I’ve ridden on a horse with him, been through hell with him. He’s the most dangerous destination of all, and I’m wrapped around him like he’s my safe space. Nothing scares me anymore.
So we kiss and kiss until he does break it.
But at least he doesn’t set me down. He keeps me around his body, and so in lieu of his lips, I kiss his jaw. I lick his stubble like I wanted to do and suck on the sharp jut of his chin. I move to the side and suck on that soft place just beneath his ear, and this one makes him shiver.
Shiver.
My big, bad criminal cowboy husband shivers at something.
I’m so amazed by it, by this little weakness I’ve found, that I do it again and again until he growls and yanks my head back. I blink up at him and look at his face. It’s all kinds of turned on. His cheeks are high and slashed with red. His eyes are hooded and heavy, and God, his lips look swollen.
Stung.
By me, the vicious little bee that I am. Except I probably look the same as him, my victim, all puffy and bitten.
“You tryin’ to make me blow my load too soon?” he growls.
I flex my thighs around his hips. “It’ll make you do that?”
“You lookin’ at me all doe-eyed will make me do that.”
“I know you call me college girl and—”
“You are a college girl,” he cuts me off and tightens his arm around me.
“And you think I’m too y-young but—”
“I wasn’t the one who wanted to slow things down back there.”
I go to bite his lip then, for always interrupting me. “But I’m a straight-A student, you know. And I was just trying to learn a new trick to make my husband shiver.”
Heat flashes in his eyes, and his jaw pulses with it. “You wanna learn new tricks, darlin’, I’ll teach you all the tricks to bring me to my knees. But tonight, it’s my turn to make you jump and all my wife needs to do is ask how high.”
“You—”
“Up you go, now,” he commands.
I frown in confusion, but before I can ask what he means, he puts me up himself and deposits me on what I realize is a saddle. “Where… where are we going?”
He climbs up behind me, wraps his arm around my belly, and jerks me up to his hot, wildly breathing frame. “Somewhere I can make you scream and I’m the only one to hear it. Because I don’t share.”
Then he snaps the reins and we take off into the night.
AGAIN, I HAVE no idea where we’re going, but I don’t care. Because he says the sweetest things in the scariest of ways, and because I’ll go anywhere with him.
So I turn on my side, do what I wanted to do for the longest time while we were riding all last week. Kiss his pulse. His jaw, the triangle of his throat as I nuzzle my nose in it and fill my lungs with his scent. And he does what he probably wanted to do all last week: fist my hair to pull my head back and put his mouth on me.