Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 114068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Being here—keeping me safe—is enough.
It’s more than enough, judging by the way my weight melts into his. He feels so big, so solid in his mellow silence.
My heart rate slows. At the same time, the hot liquid need between my thighs flares to renewed life. I squeeze my eyes shut.
What if I gave in? Just for tonight? What if I let myself have what I want for once and left nothing on the table? Maybe then I’d stop feeling so damn horny all the time.
Maybe then I’d finally be able to declutter my head, my emotions, and focus on my work. I feel like I’ve been distracted ever since Mom sat me down and told me she was leaving Dad.
His chest rises against my back again on a deep, unhurried inhale. Jesus Christ, is he not being burned alive by lust right now? How is he so…unbothered?
I hear him move his head on the pillow, and I nearly sigh when something smooth, then prickly, brushes over the nape of my neck.
His mouth. His stubble.
Both.
A lightning bold of need cracks down my middle.
“Sorry,” we both say at once.
His chuckle is deep, dark with sleep. “What the hell are you sorry for? I didn’t mean to get that close. Sorry.”
“Nothing. This. The fact that we’re stuck on the top of a mountain during the blizzard of the century.”
“Shit happens.”
I sigh. “Ain’t that the truth.”
My pillow smells like Duke, the juniper-scented aftershave or cologne he must wear.
The wind roars, making the house groan in protest. Everything inside me seizes. I’m shaking and I’m scared and I’m so turned on I might actually die if I don’t do something about it.
We might die anyway, judging by that wind and snow.
“This is ridiculous,” I bite out, stomach heaving as I turn around in Duke’s arms. I put a hand on his naked stomach. “We’ve been dancing around this from day one. Can we just—I don’t know, finally fool arou—”
But Duke is giving me what I ask for before I even finish the question, slanting his mouth over mine.
CHAPTER 10
The Good Kind of Second Guesses
Wheeler
His lips are achingly soft and warm, a contrast to the masculine roughness of his beard. My blood ignites as those lips begin to move, a slow, careful caress that has me curling my toes.
How’d he know? My thoughts pound in time to my heartbeat. Was I that obvious?
How.
The fuck.
Did he know?
“Thank God,” he murmurs into my mouth, tongue toying with my bottom lip. “I been dyin’, sweetheart. Dyin’ to do this for way too long.”
Oh, wow, this guy is good.
So, so good at kissing me. My cunt pulses when he opens my mouth with his tongue, and I plaster my body against his, gliding my hand up his chest before tucking my fingers into the hollow underneath his ear.
He groans, the sound drawing my nipples to tight, almost painful points. I lick into his mouth and taste him. He’s hot and clean, like he just downed a bunch of water.
He slips a hand inside my shirt. “Tell me.”
“Tell you what?” I pant, arcing my thumb over the sharp line of his jaw.
“To stop.” His hand moves ever so slightly north.
“Abso-fucking-lutely not.” I reach for the hem of my shirt and tug it over my head. Then I reach for his hand and put it on my breast. “Don’t you dare stop.”
“Fuck.” It’s more a rumble than a word. His thumb moves over my nipple. At the same time, he massages my breast, another slow caress that has the ache between my legs soaring to new heights. I press against him, eager for the contact, his warmth.
Eager to finally have him.
I’m hit by the acute need to be totally, completely naked with this man. All this skin on skin feels so, so good, probably because it creates so much heat. My nipples brush his chest as I roll my hips, and that’s when I feel it.
Feel him.
His dick has gone full salute. He’s hard, and his leaking tip urgently presses into my leg.
He. Is. Huge.
“You got me”—he gently tugs my bottom lip between his teeth before ducking his head to kiss my neck—“wild, Blue. You’re so pretty and soft and fuckin’—you’re wet, aren’t you? That’s what does it for me. Knowin’ I turn you on.”
In reply, I make quick work of taking off my pants and underwear, kicking them to the bottom of the bed. “Why don’t you find out?”
“Aw, Blue.” His hand skates down my side. It curls around my hip before it wraps around my thigh. He lifts my leg and props my knee on his hip, spreading me wide.
He reaches between my legs. I sputter when his first two fingertips find my clit. The wind must have died down, because I can literally hear how wet I am.
“Goddamn it,” he whispers into my mouth.