Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
The red sparks in his shimmering eyes ignite something feral inside me.
Fight or flight. Time slows. The usual noisy voices in my head go silent. The world seems to pause, breath held, waiting for what’s next.
And then, as if someone’s fired a starting pistol, I... run.
chapter four
Davis
What a pain in the ass. This was not what I planned to be doing at four thirty in the fucking morning today.
I take off after her, matching her two high-heeled strides with one of mine. Christ only knows what’ll happen to her if she veers right and heads into the forest. There are old steel leg traps left from long ago here and there and a few mine shafts not far and the thought of even a scratch on her sweet, tender flesh…
No fucking way.
But she’s quick, damn, I love a good chase but this? I’m half in love with this girl already. She sprints toward the cabin, mud flying from under her stilettos as she stumbles on the stone walkway. She gets through the door, spinning and shooting me a triumphant grimace, slamming it shut behind her.
How does she run like that in heels out here? That’s gold medal Olympic sport right there.
I’m equal parts livid and intrigued. I can’t wrap my mind around how she’s gotten up here alone dressed like that.
The thought that maybe someone tried to hurt her has rage bubbling inside me and a red haze covers my vision, and yet…
She sure looks fine to me. Too damn fine, to be honest.
But fuck. The smell of her shampoo is still in my nostrils and that cleavage, peeking out from under that ridiculous red jacket? I might be a recluse, I might hate the fucking world, but I’ve still got needs. Right fucking now, she is what I need.
I launch myself at the wood door, boot heel first, and burst inside on her scream.
She backs up, shadows from the lantern cast against the back wall and she looks way the fuck younger than her years. “Wish it was the wolves,” she murmurs. Her voice has a sass I don’t see coming and a wicked grin tugs at the corner of my lips.
The weird mix of her youth and smart mouth is gasoline on my fire. Instant fucking erection, so hard and thick that my balls fucking throb. I slam the door shut, surprised at how much I want to be in this place right now with her.
I prowl forward, watching her square her shoulders. Brave little girl.
“This is my land, my place,” I say with dangerous certainty. I look around and notice the blankets bundled on the bed with the dirty skillet on the stove. “You think you can fucking play house in here?” I whisper at her face.
She scampers back, pushing her ass up against the kitchen table that squeaks across the wood floor. She lifts her thigh and her jacket falls away, revealing creamy skin and perfect curves in a slit so high I can nearly see paradise by the lantern’s light.
Goddamn it, why. Why? This pretty little thing is the last thing I need right now. Yet, I want her so fucking bad.
Such a contradiction. Distraction. Temptation.
I have to figure out where she came from and get her back there. Out of sight, out of mind, and all that shit.
But, even as those thoughts come, they go. I already know, I’d keep her here forever if I could. Disappear into this wildness with her under me as I pump, pump, pump her full of me spread wide on that table until she loses any notion of running again.
When I’m focused on her delicious skin and mouth-watering curves, she uses my distraction to take advantage and lunges at me, shoving me hard. Her small hands collide with my big chest, giving me an annoying shot of pain to my sternum.
This little baby-faced brat. The ferocity of her anger makes me even more primal, even more intense.
With lightning speed, I wrap my hand around her throat. Her gasp makes the beast inside of me roar. She reaches for my hand, trying to push it away from hers. The sass and strength in her stormy blue eyes changes into fear and something else… desire?
Damn, this girl.
“Stop,” she whispers with that cute little hint of a southern drawl, but it’s her eyes that tell me please. It’s the way she leans into me that tells me more. And it’s the fucking way she moves her young pussy over my hard dick that tells me she wants this.
Stop. That word only makes me want her more. The chase, the push back. I’m ready for the challenge Red Riding Hood, I’m ready.
“You should go back where you came from,” I growl into her face.
And she closes her eyes, her lips parting with a silent moan.