Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“Veda.” His hand came up and caught both my wrists, gentle but immovable. “Look at me, honey.” I looked. His face was tight with restraint, but his eyes were steady as he held my gaze. “You here with me?”
“Don’t.” The word came out like a slap. “Don’t treat me like glass, Griffin.”
Something flickered across his face. Like I’d just confirmed something he’d already figured out. A slow smile curled one corner of his mouth. “All right, little wildcat.” He let go of my wrists. “You take what you need.”
I went for the button on his jeans, my fingers steadier now. His hands settled at my hips, warm and heavy and grounding. He didn’t try to slow me down or take over. Just held on while I dragged the zipper down and shoved the denim out of the way.
He lifted his hips so I could get him free, and the second I had his cock in my hand, I forgot how to breathe. He was thick and hot, and I stroked him once, watching his face. His eyes hooded, but he held my gaze.
“Off,” he grunted, tugging at the loose joggers and my underwear. “Get these off.”
I slid back off him long enough to shove them down my legs and kick them across the room along with my T-shirt. He took me in with a long, slow perusal that should have made me self-conscious and want to cover up. With the bruises across my ribs and the road rash still healing on my face and the bandage hanging loose off my palm, I wasn’t exactly desirable. I looked like I’d been dragged through hell, bruised and battered. But, as I saw Griffin watching me like nothing else in the room existed, the band squeezing my chest loosened.
He gripped my hips, kneading gently, and I let the touch anchor me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I opened them again and saw the raw hunger tempered with restraint on Griffin’s face, I surrendered completely to the moment and decided to just do what felt good.
I moved down his big body, dragging my mouth down his chest and across the ridges of his muscled stomach, following the trail of ink and old scars at his pelvis on one side of his cock until my cheek brushed the open V of his jeans. His breath hissed between his teeth as I breathed next to his cock. In reward, it twitched, the length brushing against my nose.
Good. I wanted him undone. I needed something I could take apart with my hands, something I could reduce to raw, helpless sounds, because everything else in the world had been doing that to me for months. But I wanted it on my terms and serving my interests. And I wanted to please this man with every fiber of my being because I knew without a doubt this man would move heaven and fucking earth to do the same for me.
I pulled his jeans the rest of the way down his thighs so he could kick them off the bed. Wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, I took him into my mouth and sucked. I wanted to draw this out, but the more I tasted of him, the hungrier I became.
Griffin groaned, long and low, his dick pulsing like mad between my lips. “Christ, woman!” He bit out his words between clenched teeth. Good. I wanted him to need something to anchor him, too. And I wanted that something to be me.
I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks. The rough groan torn from him sent a thrill through me. I loved hearing the sounds he made, especially knowing I caused them. I also wanted to know how far I could push him before he turned into the Alpha male who’d killed that fucking prospect.
His hips rolled up toward me and he hissed out another breath. I pulled back just enough to make him work for it with a soft, punishing drag of my lips along the underside of his cock. I traced my tongue along the vein there until he gave a harsh, snarling growl.
“Veda.” My name sounded like both a warning and a promise.
I liked that. I liked it a fuck of a lot.
I sucked him back in, deeper this time, and his hand fisted in my hair. A tremor moved through his thighs where they bracketed my shoulders, the careful, deliberate way he held himself still while every muscle in his body argued for something else.
His grip in my hair tightened, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me who I was dealing with. Then he let loose a defeated groan. “Jesus fucking Christ.” The words seemed like they’d been torn from him. Like he’d fought and fought but something inside him finally snapped. “That mouth, Veda. You keep doing that and I’m gonna lose my Goddamn mind!”