Craving Her (Savage Brothers Second Generation #8) Read Online Jordan Marie

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Biker, Erotic, MC Tags Authors: Series: Savage Brothers Second Generation Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
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“Damn, Peaches,” he groans.

“I’m sorry. I just …” I sigh, not sure how to explain it. “Chad is literally just feet away from us,” I try to explain.

“I don’t really give a fuck. If he wakes up, he can see how a real man gives his woman his dick.”

“Your woman?” I question, trying to ignore the way my heart goes haywire with his claim. “Is that what I am?”

“What would you call it?”

“I’m not experienced at this kind of thing, but I figure you’d classify it as a hookup.”

He pulls back to look at me. He seems to study my face and I am hoping the bad lighting here will somehow be merciful enough to hide my blushing. I figure that I’m not that lucky. “Peaches if you think one taste of you is enough, you need to think again. It’s going to take a while for me to get my fill of you.”

His words aren’t the most romantic in the world. It still alludes to the fact that we’re little more than a hookup, although apparently, we’re one that will last a while. That could give me time to show him that we could be more. That’s the thought in my mind when he leans down to kiss me again and I gladly let him. It’s not a long, deep kiss that is filled with passion. No, this one is hard and hungry—while also bordering along the line of angry. It’s meant to deliver a message, but I have no idea what it is. All of this is new to me. I’m way out of my comfort zone now.

When he drags his lips down the column of my throat and I feel his hand reach under my shirt, I tense. When his hand goes to push my bra out of the way again, it magnifies into full-blown panic. I push away from him, shaking my head no. I hate doing it. He’s going to label me a tease, but I know in my heart that this would be a mistake.

“I really like you, Torin. I’m not trying to lead you on. I really don’t want this to end, but I’m kind of new to this kind of thing. I … Well, I think I need to slow down. I hope you can understand that. I really want this thing between us to happen, but I’m not really a quick hookup kind of girl.”

“I told you this isn’t a hookup,” he mutters. “I’m used to taking what I want, but for you, Peaches, I can slow it down a little.”

“You can?” I ask, my teeth pressing down into my lower lip as I stare up at him. Excitement begins to fill me again. Torin is not the kind of guy who backs down. The fact that he’s willing to has to mean something …

“Yes, but …” he begins, and I start to worry.

“But?”

“I’m not willing to wait too long. I want you, sweetheart.”

“I want you, too,” I confess, unable to deny it and truly not wanting to.

“Fuck,” he mutters, scrubbing his face with his hand. For a minute, I think he’s going to kiss me again. Before he can, Chad moans again, twisting his head against the gravel. “I should have killed the son of a bitch,” he gripes, making me laugh.

“Trust me. He’s not worth the jail time.”

Torin chuckles, stepping back and giving us both a little more breathing room. “I’m not so sure about that,” he counters with a wink. “However, if we’re going to stop for tonight, I need some food to distract me from the hunger for your body.”

“Does food do that?” I giggle.

“Doubtful, but unless you want me to fuck you right here and now, it better.”

“I guess this is where we say goodbye, then,” I respond, trying to sound upbeat, but inside I feel lonely already. I don’t want him to leave.

“Actually, that depends.”

“On what?” I question, attempting to tap down my hope.

“On if you’re going to agree to go grab a bite to eat with me at the diner across the road.” Chad moans yet again, making Torin smirk. “Not to put pressure on you, Peaches, but sleeping dickhead over there will be waking up soon and I’ll probably end up in that jail you were worried about.”

My lips spread into a smile when I see how cute and mischievous the look on his face is. “He can go to hell,” I remark. “I don’t really care what you do to him. Still, I’d rather not have to talk to him ever again.”

“Then, the diner it is,” Torin murmurs, his lips jerking into a small grin.

“I’d like that.”

“Good. We’ll take my bike.”

“Woah,” I murmur. “You’re going to put me on the back of your bike? Isn’t that a little serious for someone you only met less than an hour ago?” I might not be allowed to interact in the club, but I know what it means when a man puts a woman he wants on the back of his bike. Hell, maybe I’m the one overthinking at this point.



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