Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
"Yes," I gasp, arching into him. He could ask for anything right now, and I think I'd agree to it.
"Good, because I want the whole canyon to hear my name breaking on your lips," he croons, nipping my throat before his hand slips inside my pants. He freezes and then grunts. "You're wearing panties today."
"They were dry."
"Pity," he says, twisting his hand in the crotch of them.
"Ash, don't you da—"
Too late. The fabric gives with an audible rip, shearing away from my sex.
"Those were the only pair I have out here," I complain, biting his lip hard.
"Good. Problem solved then," he says with an unrepentant grin.
"You…oh," I moan, losing the threads of whatever complaint I was going to lodge as soon as his thumb touches my clit. I lose the ability to think at all when he drops to his knees in the mud in front of me, yanking my sweats down.
"Stay just like that," he murmurs, his eyes locked on my center. "Christ, look how pretty it is, baby."
"Ash," I whimper, loving the way he looks at me like I'm the best thing he's ever seen. There's no artifice to the way he stares at me, no bullshit. He isn't putting on a show, saying what he thinks I want to hear, or just going through the motions. The truth is painted into every stark, starving line of his face. He's ravenous. For me.
His tongue swipes across his bottom lip before he splits me open with two fingers. "Jesus, Loralei," he groans, his eyes locked on the sight of my swollen clit. "You're dying for me, aren't you?"
"Yes!" I sob. "Ash, plea—"
He moves like lightning, burying his tongue inside me. As soon as it swipes across my clit, a bolt of pleasure rips through me, and my legs threaten to buckle. I cry out, grasping at his head to keep myself upright.
He wraps one arm around me, anchoring me to him as he kisses my pussy like it's my mouth, making love to it with his tongue. I sob his name, certain I'm ripping out entire chunks of his hair, and equally as certain that I can't stop.
"So fucking good," he grunts, forcing the tip of his tongue into my hole to fuck me with it. With my legs still pressed together, trapped by the way he holds me and my sweats, he has to fight to get it inside me. But I think he likes the fight.
He snarls, his nose grinding against my clit, as he forces it deeper. His beard chafes my thighs in the most delicious way. I throw my head back, staring up at flashes of the sky through the canopy of trees overhead, feeling like I'm flying and falling and fucking all at once.
I splinter apart with a sharp cry that echoes around us, my hands clamped in his hair, my pulse clattering in my ears. My whole body detonates before surging to fire.
Ash just grunts and keeps eating me, not letting up until I'm practically climbing the tree to get away from his mouth. Only when I'm begging—a litany of pleas spilling from my lips—does he lean back on his heels, wiping his hand across the back of his mouth.
His eyes are midnight blue, his cheeks flushed. He looks like sin incarnate on his knees, staring up at me with fire in his eyes. "Goddamn," he breathes, his chest heaving. The look on his face is all devil and sin, somehow deadly and beautiful at the same damn time. "If you don't want me inside you, you better run, beautiful."
"What?"
"If you don't want me inside you, run."
I stare at him, trying to process. And then I see the glint in his eyes, and realize he wants to chase me. He wants to catch me. He wants the thrill and the chase and the wildness of it all.
My entire body ignites again.
I yank my pants up and take off, knowing there isn't a chance in hell that I'm getting away. I'm not even trying to outrun him, not really. It's the thrill of being caught that has my blood pumping wildly. It's the sound of him crashing through the trees behind me that has me ready to fall to the muddy ground just so he can do whatever he wants to me.
But I run anyway.
He catches me far sooner than I'd hoped, but I'm not really surprised. He's built like an actual God. The last time I ran, a chihuahua was chasing me. Believe me, it was more terrifying than it sounds. You try being chased through an alley by Cujo's angrier little brother.
The breath leaves my lungs in a whoosh as my feet leave the ground, Ash's arm around my waist. He manhandles me up against the nearest tree, my chest pressed to the bark, his body caging me in. We're both covered in mud, but it doesn't even matter when I feel his erection against my ass.