Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 103665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
“Is that what we are? Friends?” That half-mast look made him appear like a full-bred wolf contemplating dinner.
“How would you define us, Christian?” she snapped.
He inhaled slowly as if trying to check his own temper. “At the moment? You as a brat and me as a man losing his patience. Fast.”
“You are in a rotten mood.”
He nodded. Once. Shortly. “I’m in a horrendous mood.”
Now he was agreeing with her? “Why?”
His chin lifted. “Why? Well, how about this. There’s some psycho killer out there ripping out the eyes of victims, and the wife of one of those poor saps identified his body earlier and was too upset to talk to me about it. That’s professionally. Personally? The best scenario for the woman I’m fucking is that someone we don’t know uploads a video that’ll put you and Flossy in prison. The worst scenario is that someone keeps trying to kill you, and I’m not fast enough next time to protect you. That’d make a guy a might cranky.”
“The woman you’re fucking?” Her voice shook as fire blew through her.
“Yes.”
Oh, he wanted to get shot. “You mean fucked. The woman you fucked. Once. For two seconds in the shower.” All right. It had been a lot longer than two seconds. “Past tense. Over. Not ongoing.” She’d never sworn this much in her life. “You used the wrong damn word.”
Now those lids flicked open. Green and black eyes narrowing, he turned and reached for her. “Let’s remedy that then.”
His hands were firm on her biceps as he lifted her. She yelped and bent her knees, raising her legs to keep from hitting the counter. He planted her ass on the bar, none too gently, stepped between her thighs, and kissed her.
Hard.
His mouth crushed hers like he meant to rewrite the conversation in tongue. She tasted frustration, fury, and that feral edge that had always made Christian dangerous in all the right ways. Her hands came up to push, but she didn’t. Couldn’t. His grip was iron, but the heat beneath it was the real trap.
“You don’t get to ignore reality,” she breathed when he broke away, their foreheads nearly touching. “We’re not ending this argument with more sex.”
“No,” he growled, voice low and gravel-thick. “There’s no argument.” He slipped his hands under her thighs and yanked her closer, sliding her butt to the end of the bar, where her legs hung over. Then he flattened one palm over her chest and pushed.
She fell back onto the heavy wood. Her breath caught; his didn’t. He leaned over her, his cock hard beneath his jeans and against her core. Demanding. She might’ve whimpered.
He dipped his head, kissed her throat and then went lower, ripping open the buttons of her flannel. He tore her bra in two, and his heated mouth found her breasts. First one and then the other, his tongue lashed. “Tell me to stop.”
She didn’t. Couldn’t.
Fire zinged through her too delicious to ignore. She didn’t know her body could do this. That she could feel like this.
He licked down her abdomen and then nipped her hipbone. Then he hooked his fingers in the edge of her jeans and panties and dragged them down with the precision of a strategic battle plan. “You were right about one thing,” he muttered against the inside of her thigh, breath hot, voice deadly sure. “Our time in the shower was way too short. I didn’t nearly get to indulge myself enough.”
Her fingers threaded into his hair just as his mouth found her, and the words she meant to say came out as a whimper swallowed by a moan.
This couldn’t be happening. Christian Osprey had his mouth on her clit. His tongue. His fingers. He gave a soft hum of pure male satisfaction that nearly shot her right off the bar. In response, he clamped both hands on her thighs, holding her open for him.
She gasped, hips jerking. He didn’t ease up. Just flicked his tongue, slow and devastating, then pressed in deep enough to have her crying out, just once, sharp and breathless.
Then he stopped.
Not all the way. Just backed off, let her hover on the edge while his breath ghosted over her soaked skin.
“No,” she choked, half a plea, half a curse.
He chuckled darkly against her. “Not yet.”
And then he was back—tongue stroking, curling, relentless. Her vision blurred. She braced on her elbows, every nerve a live wire. Heat coiled low, tight, unbearable—
And again, he pulled back.
“Christian,” she snapped, furious, desperate.
“You’ll come,” he murmured, kissing her inner thigh like he hadn’t just tortured her within an inch of her sanity. “When I say.”
She would’ve cursed him, but he was already on her again, tongue rougher now, purposeful. Her orgasm built too fast, too strong, and just as it crested—
Gone.
He licked a lazy path lower, ignoring the way she trembled, ruined and wild.