Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Then I kiss her. Not polite. Not cautious. I back her against the door frame and press in, my hand sliding into her hair and pulling her mouth open to mine. She tastes like cherry and fire. Like everything I ever wanted.
She kisses me back, fingers clawing at the front of my shirt, dragging me down to her level. She bites my lip, hard, and I nearly lose it.
I pull back just enough to look at her. Her pupils are blown, her lips wet and parted. She’s breathing fast.
“Dinner’s inside,” I say, voice barely above a growl, and my cock asks me what the fuck I’m doing.
She shakes her head, slow. “Not hungry for food.” Thank God.
I don’t wait for permission. I scoop her up, her legs locking around my waist, and carry her through the front door like a man possessed. Her hands are everywhere, clawing at my back, threading into my hair. She’s laughing, low and dirty, her breath hot in my ear.
I hit the stairs without breaking stride. She yanks my shirt loose from my jeans and slides her hands under the fabric, raking nails down my spine. I lose track of everything except her. She’s all I can see, all I can smell, all I can feel.
At the top of the stairs, I press her back against the wall, pinning her with my hips while I fumble for the bedroom doorknob. She laughs again, then slaps my ass, hard enough to make me grunt.
“God, I need you,” I mutter.
She slides her mouth along my jaw, biting at my ear. “I need you, too.”
I get the door open and stagger inside. The bedroom is dark except for the blue-white wash of moonlight through the window. I drop her onto the bed and climb on after her, caging her in with my arms and kissing her until my lips feel bruised.
"Are you sure?" I ask, my voice a low growl that vibrates in my chest. I force myself to pause, to give her that one last chance to pull back. "Because once I have you, Tinsley, I’m never letting you go. I don’t do temporary. I don’t do 'friends with benefits’. If we do this, you’re mine."
She reaches up, her fingers sliding into my hair and pulling me down until our lips are inches apart. "Then stop talking, Hudson, and show me what being yours actually means."
I claim her mouth with a hunger that’s been building since that first time I laid eyes on her. It isn’t the polite, tentative kiss of a man trying to be careful. She tastes like dark fruit and defiance, her hands fisting in my shirt as she pulls me closer, her body molding against mine as if it were carved to fit right there, in the hollows and angles of my own.
I slide my hands down her back, cupping the lush curve of her rear and lifting her slightly, pressing her pelvis into the hard ache of my cock. She lets out a low moan into my mouth, a sound of pure, unadulterated want that nearly sends me over the edge.
My hands are trembling as I peel the fabric back of her dress back to reveal her lace bra and the pale, shimmering skin of her shoulders.
It hits me like a goddamn cattle prod. Her tits are perfect, straining against black lace, begging for my mouth. My cock turns granite hard, and I don’t even try to hide it. I want her. Right now. No holding back.
She arches up, hair fanned around her like fire, pupils blown so wide there’s barely any blue left. She looks fucking edible. I lose it. My hands shake as I strip the dress down and off before tossing it away, baring her to the moonlight and my hunger. The straps of her bra slip down, revealing even more creamy skin. I move my mouth over her collarbone and up her jaw.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I growl. I cup her tit and circle my thumb over her tight nipple through the lace, and she makes this needy little sound that scrambles my brain. I slide the bra down, no patience left, and take her nipple between my lips. I suck hard until she claws at my shoulders. Her loud moan goes straight to my dick, causing it to harden painfully.
Her back bows off the bed as I strip the rest of her clothes away in a blur of friction and desperate hands. When she’s finally bare before me, her curves bathed in the pale light, I feel the air leave my lungs. God. She’s fucking perfect. Her breasts are full, her nipples dark and peaked, and the flare of her hips is an invitation I’ve been dying to accept.
I shed my own clothes, my cock heavy and aching, the tip already glistening with the evidence of how much I want her. I see her eyes travel down my body, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, and the pride that flares in my chest is unlike anything I’ve ever felt.