Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
I nod, stand on my tiptoes, and kiss him on the cheek. “Then let’s go.”
We head toward the park’s exit, even if we shouldn’t. We should wait until James… until James what? Stops feeling exactly how his father feels?
At my car, he kisses me on the cheek. “Follow me, my perfect painter.”
“Are we going to your place?” I ask.
“The apartment,” he says, not having to explain why.
If we went home, his son might catch us.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Fletcher
I take Loki to his dog bed in the hallway, kneeling and stroking him softly under the chin. He yawns and whines, curling into a ball. Standing, I join my woman in the living room. She’s sitting on the couch, looking sexy in her pink T-shirt and jeans. She could wear anything and still make me hungrier than lingerie would with anybody else. I only want her forever. Now I know she feels the same.
She bites her lip as I join her on the couch, a flash of guilt in her glance. I know where it’s coming from. It’s the fact that we haven’t dealt with the James situation yet. Even thinking of it as the James situation makes me a bad parent.
I can’t think about anything else when I wrap my arms around my woman—the gunshots (both recent and in the more distant past), the pain, the doubt. All of it melts away when I lean down and find her lips. She gasps in the cutest way, as though she’s surprised. I kiss her deeper, with more hunger.
She moans through the kiss when I slide my hand up her thigh. Goddamn, I love that noise. She presses her hands against my chest, digging her fingernails through my shirt. I can feel her passion, her neediness.
Her moans get more urgent when I press my hand down between her legs. She opens her mouth, causing our teeth to click together passionately. She leans back, panting as she stares up at me. “Should we go to the bedroom?”
I smirk. “I thought you’d never ask.”
She squeals in the cutest, most captivating way when I loop one arm under her legs and brace her back with the other. I carry her through the apartment. Loki blinks one eye open as we walk past him, then closes it. It’s almost like he’s winking.
Gently lowering her onto the bed, I close the door, then turn to find her sitting forward, cheeks flushed, biting her lip in that sexy-as-hell way.
“Tell me again,” she whispers as I walk toward her slowly.
I know there will be a point where I won’t be able to stop. The hunger will overcome me, and I’ll have to surrender to the fierce desire. I won’t be able to go slowly. I won’t be able to give my perfect virgin the softness she might need. I’ll drive deep and hard into her young, tight body.
“You’re mine,” I growl. “You’ll always be mine. Nobody else’s. You belong to me.”
I gently push her onto the bed, climb on top of her, and kiss her deeply, feasting on her lips, hearing the pleasure bursting out of her. She wraps her arms around me as we grind our bodies together. I push my crotch against hers, the tip of my manhood pushing through my jeans, my seed pulsing in my balls.
“I need your virgin hole so badly,” I growl, kissing her neck, kissing down her body.
“I need you,” she whimpers.
I grab her shirt and pull it up. She raises her arms, helping me to take it off, and then I unclip her bra. It takes me a few moments. I laugh gruffly as I fiddle with the strap. “You’re not the only one who’s inexperienced.”
She giggles captivatingly, then reaches around to help me. Savage impulses pulse in me when her big, juicy breasts spill free. I can see her lust in her voluptuous tits, the veins moving through her creamy skin. I push her tits together, sucking her nipples greedily, tasting her desire. She runs her hands through my hair, moaning, driving me on.
I slide my hand down her body and undo her zipper and button. With a growl, I kiss down her body, over her belly. I’m so on the goddamn edge. I grab her jeans and underwear, pulling them down her body and revealing her thick thighs. Finally, I pull them completely off and toss them to the floor. Then I stand so I can get a better look at her.
She looks up at me, her tits wet from my mouth, her slit wet from her desire. When she leans up on her elbows, her breasts jiggle gorgeously for me. A voice whispers in my head, telling me I’m a bad man. Telling me I should think of my son. Telling me I’m making a mistake.
“Is something wrong?” she asks.
“No,” I growl. “I just need to look at my perfect virgin when you’re naked.”