Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Yes, that’s right, Saxon. I’m a virgin. That’s what I want to say to him, but I keep my lips pressed firmly against his and don’t say a word. The last thing I need right now is to scare him away with my inexperience and have him dropping me back off at Jayne’s.
His presence is intoxicating. Every inch of my body is on high alert, tingling in response to his. My arms are wrapped around his broad back, the sheets of muscle striating down his thick arms. And every time he shifts his weight, I feel the unmistakable bulge between his legs pressing against my thigh.
He’s hard, and it’s because of me.
I did that to him.
I swell with pride as he takes his lips from mine and whispers, “You’re gorgeous” into my ear. His voice is dark and rough, almost tortured, but filled with desire that sends a wonderful shiver up my spine.
A tiny part of me wants to argue with him–tell him that’s not true and I know he’s been with countless girls far more beautiful than me. But when I look into his eyes, I see something special there. Something just for me, that only I could recognize. His eyes are focused and intent, like he’s drinking in every inch of me. And not just my body, but my soul as well.
He presses his lips back to mine, engulfing my mouth with his. Our tongues dance hungrily against each other, like two people grinding during a slow dance. The kiss deepens, and he slips the first knuckle of his middle finger inside of me, sending a shock of heat throughout my body. I gasp and pull away, my hands clutching desperately at his leather jacket.
“Saxon, there’s something I have to tell you,” I breathe, my voice lost in the fog of desire. He stops his finger as his eyes search mine. “I’m a virgin,” I confess, the words falling from my lips like a church confession.
There’s a fragile pause between us. I count three breaths, my pulse rising, before his lips form a smile. A dangerous smile, like he’s just discovered a treasure he was searching for.
“I knew it,” he replies, his voice softer now but still abundant with power. “I knew it the moment I saw you.”
His words strike me deep, like a key twisting a lock inside me. This is not the reaction I was expecting, but as he looks down at me, the silvery moonlight cutting shadows across his sculpted cheeks, a sense of relief hits me.
“You’re not disappointed?” I ask, my voice trembling. Saxon’s head cocks to the side, his brows furled like he didn’t understand what I just said.
“Disappointed?” He nearly laughs, leaning closer and tracing my lower lip with his tongue. “Tammy, I’m going to make you mine. Mine and only mine.”
His eyes flare with a fiery intensity, and he presses his finger deeper into me, causing a pleasure so intense to burst through me that I nearly fall off the bike onto the ground. His lips hover just above mine as he watches me, savoring my reaction while he touches parts of me that I know now I was saving especially for him.
Could that be possible?
Of course not. I’m just lost in the heat of the moment.
His hands tug hungrily at my pants. He wants to undress me, and I’m more than happy to help him. I lift my hips, and he pulls my jeans down to my ankles. I kick off my shoes and slip one leg out, which allows me to spread my legs for him. I always thought that when I finally did this with a man, I would be nervous. But I’m not. I’m wrapped up in the thrill of the moment. It’s like the rest of the world doesn’t exist. All that’s left is us.
My heart nearly stops when he unbuttons his jeans. I’ve never seen a man’s penis before, but when he pulls out his cock–thick and hard like a strong steel pipe–I know this guy is blessed.
My thoughts must read all across my eyes, because Saxon lets out a soft little laugh and leans closer. “Don’t worry, little kitten,” he growls against my lips. “I won’t hurt you…not much anyway.”
And then, without hesitating, he pushes inside me.
The sensation of penetration is like an explosion. My jaw drops, my eyes widen, and I throw my legs around his waist and squeeze like he’s a lobster claw I’m trying to crack open. He doesn’t even flinch. And why would he? He’s a giant of a man, slabbed with muscles and oozing with strength. I, on the other hand, am a tiny girl being stretched open for the first time.
My pulse is racing, and I can’t stop the rush of heat as it flows through me. I can literally feel my hole opening for him as he presses deeper, forcing me to accept the massive girth of his hard, swollen shaft. Like any girl, I’ve thought about how this moment would go many times. I guess I just never expected to be on my back on a motorcycle, half-naked beneath the moonlight, being taken by the hottest bad boy I’ve ever seen.