Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“I feel so silly,” she says.
“Turn into them,” I tell her. “Use your whole body.”
“Like this?” she grunts, spinning into the punch.
I move the pad to meet her, and a grin lights up her face.
“Hey, that actually felt like a punch,” she cries.
“That’s it,” I encourage. “Keep going, Jade. You’re doing it. You’re really fucking doing it.”
Her laughter rises like a song as she keeps throwing punches at the pads, even letting out little tsks of air like a proper boxer.
We move around the enclosure and I find my gaze moving to her breasts, captivated by the way they bounce with each punch.
They bounce the same way they would if I was buried to the hilt inside of her, thrusting like the animal I am, pounding her with each beastly thrust until she’s moaning and singing and fucking begging for more and—
“Oh, shoot, I’m sorry,” Jade cries when her fist sails past the pad and connects with my jaw.
I take the soft blow and shake my head.
“No, it’s my fault. I was distracted.”
“I hit you,” she murmurs in disbelief.
“Jade, I’m fine. I’ve taken worse.”
She lets her hands fall to her sides and that’s when I surge toward her, as though some external force is guiding me to her, impossible to resist.
I press my body against hers and she sucks in a gasp, her eyes widening in that cute-as-fuck way that has my manhood throbbing along with my pulse.
And then I reach down and grab her boxing gloves, yanking them off her hands quickly. I grab the wraps and unfurl them, giving me access to the heat of her palms, heat that belongs wrapped about my engorged manhood.
“But if you feel that bad,” I snarl, “I’m sure there’s a way you could make it up to me.”
I wriggle my hands and then grab those childbearing hips and tug hard on her so that she’s pressed right up against me now.
She makes a whimpering noise and stares up at me.
She feels so perfect in my hands, her hips curvaceous, and as majestically full as the rest of her.
“I thought … You really want me, Jamie?” she whispers.
“Yes,” I growl. “No—I fucking need you.”
“We shouldn’t.”
“I know,” I say, my voice growly and husky. “But I can’t resist you. I was an idiot for ever thinking I could.”
I lean down and bring my lips to hers.
Chapter Nine
Jade
I sink into him, his hands so firm on my hips I couldn’t move away even if I wanted to.
And despite everything, despite what I should do, I don’t want to.
I can’t.
His lips are somehow rough and soft at the same time, or maybe it’s the way he kisses me, a soft touch and then a rough parting so that our tongues flare together and dance and sizzle with a thousand nerve endings.
I lift my arms and wrap them around the firmness of his shoulders as though we’ve done this a thousand times, which in a way is true.
I’ve imagined this a thousand times, ever since I was a girl and first laid eyes on my best friend’s dad.
But now it’s happening and he tastes so much better than I ever could’ve dreamed.
His body is so much firmer and the growling noises he makes are so much more possessive.
His manhood presses firmly against my belly, a huge length of meat barely contained in his gym shorts.
Every inch of him is fire-hot, and even as a voice screams within me to stop this, stop it now before it’s too late, I can’t.
I don’t freaking want to.
I hear a muffled moan rising and realize it’s me, my voice filled with pleasure in a way it has never been before.
I keep expecting to wake up, but then he slides his hands from my hips to my ass and squeezes like he owns me.
He squeezes so hard I let out a whimper and shiver against him.
“Fuck,” he growls, breaking off the kiss to stare firmly at me. “Do you have any idea how sexy you sound when you do that?”
“Really?” I murmur, unable to mask the quiver in my voice.
“Why do you sound so surprised?” he growls, palming my ass less roughly now, sending tingles dancing up between my thighs to kiss my lips and my clit.
“Nobody has ever called me sexy before,” I admit shakily.
“Well, get used to it,” he growls. “Because I’ll never stop calling you sexy.”
His words barrel into me and two warring urges rise up inside of me, one of them screaming at me to get the heck away from him as quickly as I can – for Yasmin – and the other roaring at me to never leave him, to stay with him as long as he’ll have me …
For me.
I grip onto his hard muscled shoulders and look into his eyes for a long time, gazing at him, pinned in this in-between place. But there are worse places I can imagine being trapped than in Jamie’s embrace, his pale blue eyes sizzling into me.