Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Then I feel his lips against mine, his tongue pressing into my mouth. I open for him, spreading my legs wide. My eyes open to a wall of muscles—mountain man muscles. They flex and ripple with each stroke.
“This is a nice way to wake up,” I mutter. I don’t even know what time it is. “Are you my alarm clock now?”
He chuckles into my ear. “Alarm cock.”
I erupt with laughter. “That is such a dad joke!”
He nods as he caresses my breasts with his rough palms.
“That doesn’t mean it’s not true.”
I’m about to respond, but that’s when I feel his finger on my clit, and a rush of sensation silences me. My voice catches in my throat as the pleasure hits me. Rourke is unstoppable. He already knows exactly what I need, and as he bottoms out inside me, I’m almost afraid of what’s about to happen.
“I’ve already come three times today,” I manage to gasp. “Are you trying to kill me?”
His lips gently caress mine as he smiles. “There are worse ways to die.”
Just a bit more pressure on my clit, and I go off. I yelp as yet another orgasm tears through me. It’s like being struck by lightning. He cups the back of my neck and goes off with me, growling as we come together.
My whole body goes tight as I slowly regain my senses. His body is like a slab of hot, primal man, and I can’t keep my hands off it.
“I am never leaving.” The words just fall from my lips without thought. But they’re exactly what I wanted to say.
“No, you’re not,” he growls back. “And if you tried—”
“You’d tie me to a chair?” I giggle, looking up into the ocean of his blue eyes. Gently, he threads his fingers through my hair, brushing it back and out of my face.
“Only if you want me to.” He winks. “But I think it would be more fun to tie you to the bed.”
Something buzzes through me. A new form of excitement. Like he’s igniting yet another place within me that I didn’t know existed. Just knowing that he could stop me from leaving is a massive turn-on.
“Or just tie me up?” I suggest, running through the scenario in my mind.
“Don’t tempt me,” he growls.
“Oh, so you won’t do it?”
Smirking, he leans in and lets his teeth drag up the soft skin of my throat. “Oh, I never said that, angel.”
I’m still not sure what time it is. I’ve deliberately avoided looking at a clock. Maybe it’s because it makes this whole experience feel like an incredible dream, or maybe it’s because I can’t get my eyes off my mountain man.
Rourke.
“I should take you out on the snowmobile,” he says, handing me a coffee. I point to my clothes, still hanging on the line by the hearth.
“Wearing those?” I giggle. “Or do you have a bunch of women’s snow gear stashed away somewhere?”
He slips his arm around my waist and pulls me close. I’m still just in one of his T-shirts, which smells deliciously like him. And he’s wearing a pair of rugby shorts that are so short they might as well be briefs. They do an incredible job showing off his muscled thighs.
“A buddy of mine runs a shop about a half-mile away. Mostly for tourists, but I could pick you up something there.”
I frown. “So you do leave the house?”
He chuckles, waving his arm at the cabinets filled with supplies. “Where do you think I get all this? Or did you think Amazon delivered up here?” I laugh and part my lips to welcome his kiss. “I make a run now and then. But I wear a disguise just in case.”
“A disguise?”
Setting his mug down, Rourke smirks and walks to a closet door I hadn’t noticed before. “Yeah, you wanna see it?”
“Please tell me it’s not a Pokemon.”
Still smirking, he opens the closet door and steps inside. When he emerges a few seconds later, my jaw actually drops. If I hadn’t memorized every inch of his physique, I would not recognize him.
Covering his eyes is a massive pair of black sunglasses. But below that, the thing that’s really throwing me off is a fake mustache. Almost like something you’d picture an old cowboy rocking.
“Wow.”
“I call it my sheriff look,” he chuckles, striding back over to me. I giggle as he wraps me up in his arms. “What do you think? Should I arrest you?”
I blush but nod eagerly. “Only if it involves handcuffs.”
Rourke slides his hands down and grabs my ass tightly.
“You are so naughty.”
He starts to kiss me, and I eagerly let my tongue dance over his as the fire inside me rises. I don’t know how we’re ever going to get anything done around here considering how quickly we both turn each other on.