Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 97724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
I pin her against the door, cage her in, my elbows resting against the wood above her head, and my lips cover hers.
I’m pissed. I’m horny as hell. And I can’t resist her.
Billie moans against my lips, and she doesn’t push me away as I sink into her, urging her lips open with my tongue, and she gives me what I’m after.
She bites my lower lip. Her hands fist in my white button-down just above my waist as if she’s holding on for dear life while I plunder her amazing mouth.
“Can’t get enough of the taste of you,” I growl and boost her up so I don’t have to lean so far down to reach her.
I’m a tall man, and Billie’s just a wee thing, and I want to feel her against me. I need to feel every curve in my hands. I fecking love her curvy body.
Her arms and legs wrap around me, and before I press her back against the door again, I yank the hem of her pink dress up around her waist, exposing the sexiest fecking lacy pink panties I’ve ever fecking seen. Billie is always dressed impeccably, her hair and makeup perfect, yet not overdone or too much. She’s classy. She’s beautiful.
She’s everything.
“God, your body was bloody made for me, angel.”
She whimpers, and my hand dives under that lace, and I find her soaking wet.
“Good fecking girl,” I growl against her neck as my fingers get to work, dancing over her clit, then down into her wet crease before I push them up to circle her hard clit again.
She’s wiggling, circling her hips as if she’s silently begging me to push my fingers inside her, and I will.
But not yet.
“I want you to come for me, mo rúnsearc,” I murmur against her skin. “I can’t believe you sat out there and told your friends that you want to read about me, but you won’t let me have this with you. You keep denying both of us.”
“Connor,” she chokes out, tipping her forehead against my shoulder.
“Look at me.” Her hazel gaze is on fire as she follows the order. Her jaw drops as I slide two fingers inside her and press the heel of my hand against her clit and work her over, curling those fingers, making her shiver and come undone against me.
“That’s right, give it to me, angel. Don’t you fecking stop.”
Her orgasm is fierce and rattles me to the core.
I need to get inside her.
But before I can, she shakes her head and presses on my shoulders, stopping me cold.
“No.” She licks her lips and those pretty eyes fill with tears. “I said no, Connor. Put me down.”
Immediately, I do as she asks.
“Did I hurt you? Christ, Bumble, I’m so sorr—”
“I won’t do this with you,” she says, her voice shaking. “No more. No more kisses at dance recitals and family dinners and at the fucking coronation of a king. No more messing with my head, Connor. I’m sure it makes you happy to know that I enjoyed fucking you, that I can’t help myself from responding to you when you touch me, but I’m done letting you use me. You don’t get to do that anymore.”
Before I can reply, she opens the door at her back and marches out of the supply closet, leaving me floundering.
Using her?
I’m not fecking using her. I can’t stay away from her. I crave her. I need her.
“Christ.” I take my glasses off and pinch the bridge of my nose between my finger and thumb.
“I’m sure it makes you happy to know that I enjoyed fucking you, that I can’t help myself from responding to you when you touch me, but I’m done letting you use me. You don’t get to do that anymore.”
That’s where you’re wrong, angel.
We will get to do that and a lot more.
I want you sated.
I want you happy.
I want you to be mine.