Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
She trembles against me, so delicate and sweet.
Would she be pissed if I pressed my nose against her hair to smell it? Or backed her up against the wall to taste her?
"Um…Micah?" She stops walking inches from crossing the threshold.
Am I allowed to pick her up and carry her inside? Fuck. Probably not. I don't even have permission to touch her yet.
"Yes, baby girl?"
"Where are we?" Her wide eyes bounce all around the room.
I glance up from her, taking in the blue walls and strategically positioned chaises. Fuck. We're in the goddamn orgy room.
"Orgy room," I mutter.
"O-orgy room?" she squeaks, her gaze flying to mine. "You mean—?"
"Yeah, baby girl. That's exactly what I mean."
She gulps audibly, her cheeks turning crimson.
Christ, she's adorable.
I fight a smile, watching as she tiptoes toward the threshold of the room. She peeks over her shoulder as if checking to ensure she isn't going to get caught doing something she shouldn't and then darts inside.
I can't contain my smile this time. I follow her inside, pushing the door closed behind us. Every cell in my body screams for me to claim her before some other motherfucker gets to her and tries to take her. She's mine. I need her like I need air.
For the first time in two years, I'm breathing again. And this time, the air smells just like vanilla and sugar.
She looks around for a moment before she spins to face me, her hands thrust behind her back. "I know you," she says, head tipped back to look up at me.
"You know me?"
Something unreadable flickers in her gaze. "Everyone knows you, Micah Borden." Those bright eyes and adorable smile are a deadly combination. "You're basically royalty in this town."
I grin, taking a step toward her. "I know you too, Davina Dauphine."
She blinks rapidly, her lips slightly parted. "You know my name."
I chuckle through a groan. I've never wanted anything half as much as I want to pin this girl to the wall and fuck my kid into her. And the cuter she is, the more I want it. My dick actually hurts at this point.
"I've spent two years searching for you," I say instead. I'm not sure why I tell her. Perhaps because I want her to know just how deep this obsession runs. It isn't momentary or fleeting. She isn't a plaything I just discovered. She's my goddamn reason for existing.
"What? Why?"
I take another slow step in her direction, trying like hell not to put my hands all over her. I don't have permission to touch her, and I've already broken that rule once. But, Jesus Christ, I want to touch. Taste. Devour.
"I gave a lecture on your campus two years ago," I say softly, my eyes locked on the play of emotion across her face. She's an open book, unable to hide anything. Her attraction is painted across her cheeks and in her glossy eyes. It's evident in the way her teeth sink into the flesh of her plump bottom lip as she watches me. "It was raining. You were running across campus and dropped your books. Instead of getting upset, you tipped your head back and laughed up at the sky."
Her gaze is transfixed on me, the pulse in her throat fluttering wildly. Goddamn, she's beautiful, like a curvy, delicate little morsel sent straight from heaven to tempt and torment me.
Does she have any idea how close I am to gobbling her up like the big, bad wolf?
"I couldn't take my fucking eyes off you that day, Davina." I stop directly in front of her, so close I feel the heat radiating from her body. "You've haunted me ever since." My lips quirk into a rueful smile. "I thought I imagined you."
Awe softens her expression. "You've been looking for me for two years?"
"Every fucking chance I had," I growl.
"Why?"
Do I tell her the truth—that I'm fucking obsessed with her? Or do I give her a comforting lie—one that doesn't make me sound like a madman?
"Because you're the only thing that's gotten my cock hard in years, little girl," I snarl, taking a step into her personal space. This time, I'm so close we're breathing the same little sliver of air. I shove my hands into my pockets in a last-ditch effort to keep them off her gorgeous body. "You laughed, and I was so fucking hard I nearly came in my pants right there in the middle of the courtyard."
The tip of her pink tongue darts out, swiping along her bottom lip. She stares at me for several long heartbeats, not speaking—just fucking watching me like I'm the best thing since sliced bread.
"Can I tell you something, Micah?" she finally asks.
"You can tell me anything. Your secrets are safe with me."
"I'm not supposed to be here," she whispers conspiratorially, her cheeks blazing with heat.