Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 156728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 784(@200wpm)___ 627(@250wpm)___ 522(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 784(@200wpm)___ 627(@250wpm)___ 522(@300wpm)
His gaze found her in the tangle of cream sheets and pillows. “You’re awake.”
He made no effort to angle his body or shield his scars.
“I don’t even remember falling asleep,” she murmured, voice husky.
His grey eyes darkened as they slowly traced the slope of her bare shoulders, predatory and tender. He crossed the room without a word and lowered himself onto the bed, capturing her legs with his own.
“I like having you in my bed.” He lowered the sheet with deliberate, unhurried tugs, exposing her bare breasts.
“Lucky for you, I like being in your bed.”
A masculine growl rumbled from his throat as he moved up her body, caging her in. His mouth found her neck. Not a kiss but a claiming, his lips dragging along the sensitive cord of muscle below her ear with a pressure that sent heat flooding to the surface of her skin.
Her breath stuttered when his teeth grazed her pulse point, her body responding to him with an immediacy that should have embarrassed her. Her nipples tightened, flushing pink, and his gaze dropped to them with naked hunger.
He drew one stiffened peak into his mouth, his lips closing around her with a slow, wet suction that made her spine lift off the mattress and a moan spill from her throat.
He released her with a soft, obscene sound that sent a pulse of arousal straight to her core, and his hand trailed down her stomach, over the gentle curve of her hip, slipping between her thighs with a featherlight touch.
He cupped her sex gently. “Sore?”
“A little.”
He glided his palm with a tenderness that made her chest ache, his broad hand cradling her with warmth rather than pressure, as though holding something bruised.
“A bath will help.”
“I think what you were just doing might help more.” She rocked her hips against his palm, testing the soreness, finding it tolerable and overshadowed by her desire to have him again.
His breath caught against her collarbone. “Daisy.”
“Please.”
When he lifted his head to look at her, his eyes had darkened to the color of a winter sea, and the muscle in his jaw twitched with the effort of restraint. She arched her back, pressing her breasts toward him in deliberate invitation, and his resolve fractured.
He descended on her, his mouth capturing her neglected nipple as he sucked deeply, his tongue swirling the sensitive bud in tight, wet circles that made her gasp and dig her fingers into the damp hair at his nape.
He lavished her with thorough, consuming attention, alternating between peaks with greedy focus, drawing each one to an almost painful point before soothing the sting with the flat of his tongue. The suction intensified as he pulled her deeper into the scorching heat of his mouth, hollowing his cheeks until the sensation bordered on exquisite agony, a pleasure so sharp it lived on the knife’s edge of too much.
She cried out as waves of pleasure traveled from his mouth to her core. Her hips rolled against his palm in urgent, involuntary rotations, chasing friction he wasn’t providing.
He responded by shifting his thigh between her legs, the hard muscle pressing against her swollen sex, and the pressure was so perfectly placed she moaned into the sunlit room without shame. She ground against him, coating his skin with her arousal, riding the firm ridge of his thigh while his mouth worked her nipples into throbbing, glistening peaks.
“Jack.” His name was a plea and a warning.
He pulled back just enough to speak against her flushed skin. “Your body needs time to rest.”
“I don’t want to rest.”
Her hand slid beneath the loosening towel and closed around his cock, thick and rigid, pulsing with heat. The strangled sound he made at that first stroke sent a thrill of power cascading down her spine.
She caressed him slowly, root to tip, her thumb dragging over the swollen crown where moisture had already gathered. His hips thrust into her fist, a reflexive, helpless motion that contradicted every word of protest he’d uttered.
“Please.” She whispered it into the hollow of his throat, stroking him again, harder, feeling him swell and throb in her grip. “I want you inside me.”
His restraint collapsed. The towel vanished and he drove into her in one deep, possessive thrust that punched the air from both of them. His hand gripped her jaw, tilting her face to his, as his mouth crushed against hers in a kiss that tasted of total ownership.
This was different from the first time. This wasn’t reverence. This was hunger.
He withdrew and slammed back into her with a force that rocked the headboard against the wall, and the raw sound that tore from her throat only drove him harder. His grip on her jaw tightened as he kissed her between thrusts, swallowing her moans, feeding her his own, his tongue claiming her mouth with the same relentless rhythm his cock drove into her body.