Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
I had nothing to compare with the sensations coursing through me from this kiss. I felt like I’d been waiting for this my entire life. Maybe I had. His beard scratched against my skin as he deepened the kiss and I found myself clutching at his shoulders, digging my fingers into the solid muscles there.
When he finally pulled back, we were both breathing hard. His eyes were dark with desire, pupils blown wide.
“That real enough for you?” His voice was rough, gravelly. I expected him to smirk at me, to know how he’d affected me and make fun of my inexperience, but that wasn’t the look he gave me. There was smoldering intensity. And I could most definitely feel his cock pressed against my pussy through our clothes.
I couldn’t speak, could barely think. All I could do was nod, my heart hammering so hard I was sure he could hear it.
“Good,” he murmured, his thumb tracing my lower lip. “Because I’m just getting started.”
He lifted me off the counter in one fluid motion, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist to lock my ankles as he carried me across the small studio to the bed in the corner.
He laid me down with surprising gentleness, his large body covering mine as he settled between my thighs. The weight of him should have been terrifying, but instead it felt like an anchor, grounding me in the moment.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “No questions asked.”
I shivered. This time there wasn’t an ounce of fear. I wanted this. Everything Knuckles was willing to give to me, I fucking wanted. “Don’t stop,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.
His answering smile was predatory, sending another wave of heat through me. He lowered his head, trailing kisses along my jaw, down my neck, pausing to nip at my collarbone. I gasped, arching into him.
“I’ve wanted this since the first time I saw you at the clubhouse,” he confessed against my skin. “Knew it was wrong. Knew Gunnar would have my balls. Didn’t fuckin’ care. Still don’t.” The mattress dipped under his weight as he positioned himself above me, arms braced on either side of my head.
The intensity in his eyes made me shiver. This wasn’t just about sex for him; I could see that now. There was something possessive, something primal in the way he looked at me. Like he was claiming more than just my body. His mouth crashed down on mine again, hungrier this time, more demanding.
His beard abraded my skin as he moved from my mouth to my cheeks, then down my neck to my collarbone. Then he inhaled deeply, like he was trying to take my scent deep inside him where he’d never be rid of me. I was woman enough to admit I loved that thought.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered against my skin, his voice rough with want. “I knew you’d be responsive, but this…” His hand slid under my shirt, his calloused palm hot against my stomach.
“Take it off,” I demanded, surprising myself with my boldness. “I want to feel you against me.”
He pulled back just enough to search my face, his eyes dark with desire but also questioning. “You sure about this, Hannah? We can go as slow as you need to.”
Instead of answering, I reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head in one fluid motion. His sharp intake of breath as he took in my simple black sports bra was all the encouragement I needed.
I’d had men look at me with lust before. But never like this. Knuckles was focused squarely on me, on the way my body responded to him. The man was on a fucking mission, and I was afraid it was to drive me out of my mind with wanting him. And goddamnit, it was working!
“Fuck,” he breathed, his gaze traveling over my exposed skin with such hunger it made me shiver. “You’re goddamn beautiful.” He inhaled deeply again. “Smell so fuckin’ good.” His voice was like another hand to stroke me with.
His work-roughened hands skimmed up my sides, leaving goose bumps in their wake. When he reached my bra, he shoved it up over my breasts, drawing it slowly over my head to toss it aside.
The cool air of the room pebbled my nipples, but it only added to the sexual tension gripping my body.
“Please,” I whispered, not recognizing my own voice. I’d never begged a man for anything, especially not like this. But Knuckles wasn’t just any man.
As he stared at my bare breasts, his eyes darkened. The man was practically salivating as he looked his fill. I felt exposed, vulnerable, but the admiration in his gaze made me feel beautiful rather than afraid. It had been a really long time since anyone had looked at me the way Knuckles did, and it was intoxicating.