Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 131651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 658(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 658(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
And I’ll take it because I know I’ve been so bad.
“You’re making it hard to walk, Clee.”
“Your knee again?” I tease.
“Bullshit. You know why.” He slides a hand under my shirt and places his palm against my stomach. My every muscle tenses, and I suck in a harsh breath as his fingers slide toward the waistband of my jeans. “How fucking wet are you?”
My heart lurches.
Oh, everything would be so much easier if I didn’t have any feelings besides lust. Right now, I’ve got enough of that for both of us, but he makes me feel so shy.
From the heavy weight of his cock, I think he’s suffering just like I am.
I arch up toward his exploring fingers, opening my legs, offering up everything.
His eyes beam dark promises as he lifts me back up and fights us both down the hall.
A few more steps and I’m writhing in his arms, my lips frantic against his skin.
No one his age should have washboard abs, but they give me a wonderful surface.
The ridges.
The hardness.
The primal temptation, calling to my lips.
With a ragged breath, he swats my ass, guiding me as I grind against him.
I hope he understands. I need the friction, the release, and holy shit it’s been so long since any man touched me like this.
Only my entire life.
No art boy could ever compare to these rough, hot hands.
I’m kissing his neck again, licking his skin, sucking and teasing and etching everything quintessentially Holden Verity into my brain.
Salt. Spice. Cologne.
Always this scent that’s woodsy and earthy and unmistakable. Like he sneaks up to Acadia every week and forest bathes for hours.
And under it, that heady musk that makes him all man.
I’m still breathing him in when we enter a dark room and he flicks on the light, dropping me roughly on the bed.
The blinds are closed. I’m so ready to shed my jeans until he stops me.
“No. Let me.” He leans over, pressing a kiss to my lower belly, killing any protest.
Every freaking part of me is liquified.
“So bossy,” I tease.
“If I want it, yes, I am.” He pops the button and lifts me up, easing them off my legs. When he sees my panties, his eyes darken at the damp patch in the middle. “Fucking soaked. You have been since morning, haven’t you? Don’t lie to me, girl.”
I can’t. The cherry blossom flare in my cheeks gives me away.
“Touch me,” I whisper pathetically.
He doesn’t wait, and my panties go the way of my jeans.
Meanwhile, I fumble with my t-shirt until he knocks my hands away and yanks it off, so fast it leaves me dizzy.
Not fair. I’m naked and he’s still dressed.
Then he’s pulling me down with such raw hunger in his eyes it scares me.
“You’re so damn gorgeous,” he rasps, cupping my breast with one hand.
His palm feels hotter than before, so warm it adds to the sensation tearing me in two.
My whole core pulses.
“And you’re still dressed. Hurry up and join me.”
“Make me.” His brow quirks.
Oh, that’ll be fun.
But he doesn’t fight as he rears back and stands in front of me.
Smiling, I start at the top first, saving the monster he’s hiding in those sweatpants for last. I can see the outline, long and thick, enough to make me hum with a single glance.
He stands stock-still as I kneel on the bed and pull his shirt off. I’m far less graceful than him.
Stallion. That’s the only word for this giant when he’s bared in all his glory.
I skim my hands over him, loving how vast he is.
A human mountain, mine to explore.
At least for tonight, I get to roam.
I get to admire his entire landscape, before he shrugs me off like a mouse and we’re racked with regrets for days. But I won’t think about that now.
I won’t let anything break the fever that’s taken over.
He catches me around the waist as my hands roam over him, skimming his waistband until he grabs my wrist and pushes my hand down.
I shudder. His cock feels like it’s going to burn through his fabric.
“Wait,” I say with a breathless giggle. “I’m not done yet.”
“I’m impatient.”
A warning.
Yes, I ignore it as I slide my fingers down, oh so close to touching him before I finally give in.
I pull down, holding my breath.
His erection springs free, so hard and thick it looks like a weapon. Before he can blink, I’m on my knees, licking the bead of moisture off the tip.
Holden’s grip on my shoulders turns bruising.
I work him over. I try.
But honestly, I don’t think I can even fit half of him in my mouth before I’m stretched and straining.
If it matters, he doesn’t show it.
His head rolls back and his lips part, baring his teeth.
“So fucking good, that little mouth.”
My tongue finds the soft spot under his crown and I press my target.