Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
I clenched my jaw.
“Tell me.” He came in closer until his mouth was closer to mine. “What would you do if that was me? Would you take advantage of me when I’m vulnerable?”
I poked him in the chest. “Yes! If you asked me to! And just sayin’, but the same things would’ve happened to you had you been in my situation!”
He blew out a breath that fanned my lips. “That’s not how it works. I’m not breakable like you are. I’m a man, honey. I wouldn’t have gone down with a punch. I wouldn’t have had to lie there and protect my vital organs and head in the fetal position if I found myself on the ground. You survived the only way you could. Yes, you’re breakable. But that’s not a bad thing.”
I threw up my hands, which caused the hat he was wearing to flip off his head. “Well, it’s a bad thing to me when you won’t touch me! When I physically ache to have you inside of me! When I want to be thrown onto the bed we’ve shared for two weeks and fucked so hard that I can’t catch my breath! This is the biggest nightmare ever, and the worst part wasn’t getting beat up. The worst part is, by far, you treating me like I’m some broken doll that you have to handle with care! I don’t need to be handled with care! I need to be fucked, Piers!”
Something I said must’ve finally resonated with him because he moved.
He had me in his arms, and he was kissing the holy hell out of me.
I’d never, not in my entire existence, had a kiss like this.
Not even from the man doing the kissing.
It was angry.
Desperate.
Overwhelmingly, deeply, all-consuming.
It was everything, and I didn’t think I’d ever recover from this kiss.
He poured all of his frustrations, his need, his love…all of it went into the one kiss.
He growled into my mouth, and before I could really dig into it, he was pulling away with a growl of frustration.
I opened my mouth, ready to read him the riot act, but he had me spun around and bent over the back of the couch.
His hand came down my back, pulling my panties up and baring my ass, and then he was ripping them off of my body.
They were my favorite pair, too.
I’d worn them tonight because they were sexy, and also comfortable.
I’d been thinking to entice him.
And I guess I had.
Though, not with the panties.
I was fairly sure that he’d barely even looked at them before they were ripped.
“Is this what you want?” he asked darkly, and I felt something prodding at my entrance.
I gasped. “Yes.”
He pushed slightly inside, and I had a moment of panic thinking that it might not fit, but I was proved wrong when he thrust inside in one forceful push.
The air left my lungs, and there was nothing left inside of me to scream with.
Oh, god.
I was full.
So. Full.
And I felt like a million bucks.
This was exactly what I needed.
This, right here. Him inside of me, filling me up to the brim.
Bare…
Shit.
Bare.
“I’m not on birth control,” I breathed, my eyes screwed shut. “Oh, fuck, Piers, don’t move or I’ll come.”
He pulled out, and I didn’t know whether to cry or thank him, when he slammed back inside.
That was all it took.
“I’m coming.” I told him the obvious.
His big hand squeezed the globe of my ass as he said, “Yeah, you fucking are.”
“You have to,” I said between gasping breaths as my world blew apart and slowly pieced itself back together with Webber directly in the middle. “Pull out.”
He laughed manically.
“Thought you wanted a bunch of kids?” he asked darkly, fucking me into the back of the couch. “Thought that was your dream? To stay at home? Take care of your man?”
I licked my lips as all my dreams came so close that I could almost reach them.
“Well, guess what, baby. I’m going to give you your dreams,” he said in a deep, strangled voice. “I’m going to give you all the babies you want. I’m going to buy you a house in the country. I’m going to come home to you every night and let you feed me. I’m going to spoil the hell out of you. One dream at a time, I’ll make sure you have the world you want.”
Then he came, repeating my name like a mantra, as he filled me up with the start of my dreams.
Twenty-One
No, babe, I think it’s awesome that your alarm wakes up everyone but you.
—Silver to Webber
WEBBER
“Babe,” a whispered, honey sweet voice sounded in my ear. “Come on, or you’re going to be late for your meeting.”
I groaned and rolled over. “I don’t want to go.”
I was a night owl.
I stayed up late and got up late because my body just worked better that way.