Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“I’ve thought of a good test to see if we can really sell it,” she murmurs.
I know what she wants. I can see it in the rise and fall of her chest. In the way she keeps her mouth open even when not speaking. Like she’s waiting. Like she’s as hungry as I am.
“Oh, yeah?” I growl, tone husky.
“I think if a man grabs and kisses his girlfriend, and it’s obvious she likes it, no one would doubt they’re a good fit. Right?”
Tell her, tell her, tell her—
“I’ve got it wrong,” she says after a moment. “Oh, God. Have I gone too far? I didn’t mean—”
I grip her shoulders and pull her roughly against me. Too hard. But when I hear that tempting gasping noise, I can’t stop. And when I kiss her and feel her heated response, I know she feels it too.
She moans as I lift her up and drag her onto my lap. She straddles me, her hips twitching against mine. I open my mouth and find her tongue. We move together like we were made for it. My hand braces her back as I grind against her.
My manhood floods with heat, hard and ready. My head burns with precome. Thick, hard steel straining against my pants.
“I’m taking you someplace private,” I groan, standing up and taking her with me. She wraps her arms around me as I hold her, one arm braced on her back, the other under her legs.
“Do it,” she says with a note of daring. “Just… just fucking do it, Rhett.”
She says it recklessly, wildly.
I slide my hand up her thigh as I carry her through the house. Into the guestroom. Kick the door closed, then carry her to the bed.
I lay her down, then gently lay my body against hers. But when I kiss her again, the savage in me roars. She makes a desperate moaning noise and grips the back of my neck, pulling me against her.
“Oh, fuck,” I growl through the tight press of our lips, gripping her thigh, gliding my hand up toward her center.
“Yes, yes,” she moans, shivering against me. Even through the coat, I can feel the curvy shape of her body. I can feel her lust.
I can feel how right this is.
CHAPTER 12
ELARA
Be in the moment, Elle.
Even his neck is muscular, hard ridges pressing against my fingernails as I cling to him. I’m not even sure exactly how we got here, only that it’s a thousand times more exciting than my fantasy ever could’ve been.
His touch burns through the thin fabric of my PJ bottoms as he gets closer to my sex.
Be in the fucking moment.
But when he leans in, looks at me, moonlight catches in his eyes. And there was a time, an event that has nothing to do with this, when moonlight glinted in another man’s eyes when he leaned in and tried to kiss me and…
“Elle, are you—”
I grab his face and kiss him hard, not giving him time to finish the question, which doesn’t give me any time to answer. I don’t want to go there. I just want to be here with him, this handsome, rugged stranger.
He groans and squeezes down on my leg, sending a jolt of heat right to my core. My body aches, clit rubbing raw against my underwear. I’m not even slightly satiated from getting myself off earlier. The real thing is so much hotter.
He moans like he needs me, like he’s been waiting for this since we first met a few days ago.
His hand glides higher and higher. When he pushes down on my heat, I gasp, arching my back, grinding down against him.
You’ll have no one but me.
No, no. Not now. Not here. This isn’t fair.
“Elle?” Rhett says breathlessly.
I roll onto my side, reach down, and rub my hand against the outside of his pants. He snarls, shuddering.
“Just keep going,” I moan. “Be wild, Rhett. Brutal. I know that’s how you want it.”
His eyes snap open, lips trembling. “Eh-Elle,” he whispers.
I rub even faster, feeling the shape of him through his pants, his arousal imprisoned by his briefs. He feels massive and already rock-solid for me.
His hand hesitates against my crotch, but I can feel the hunger in him. It’s the tremor in his fingers that tells me, his rough digits brushing against the material of my clothes, tickling my clit, making me squeeze my legs together. I grab his wrist and try to make him rub harder, fiercer, even angrier.
Just to blot it out. His face, Lucian smiling, and the sick, impossible idea that he could somehow return to my life.
I grip Rhett’s wrist harder, driving him against my core. I rock my hips and rub my clit against his palm. The beast in him loosens, and he growls, taking control. I gasp and wriggle against him, barely able to keep stroking the hard rod of his cock through the convulsions.