Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Before Adam, I’d always been drawn to guys that let me be in charge. Guys that were oh so considerate and a bit easy to manipulate.
I thought that was what I wanted. Someone that treated me as not just an equal, but superior. The guys I used to date practically fell all over themselves whenever I raised an eyebrow.
Not Adam. Although he treated me like a queen, but he was king. Those moments when he would take charge and even put me in my place, were tempered by the quiet nurturing and doting that balanced out the caveman. For the first time in my life, I experienced a different sort of man. It was lovely and confusing and hot.
So. So. Hot.
The first time he reached under my skirt and pushed my panties aside without asking, then slammed that shamelessly enormous dick up inside me without a word, the girl I was before vanished.
If I’d had my way that first night after the elevator, I probably would have had him in my bed before we went to dinner. Not that that was my usual style. Honestly, I’d had maybe two real boyfriends before him and neither were memorable.
But even with my lust needle in the red, Adam was an utter gentleman the entire evening. He held doors open. Pulled chairs out. He ordered for us after asking what looked good on the menu. He walked on the street side of the sidewalk and glared at any guy that shot me a look.
The food was amazing, the conversation limited but enough and at the end of the night, he held my hand, walking me up the steps to my brownstone. I was desperate for him to come in. My panties were soaked. If he’d demanded for me to suck his cock right there on the steps I would have dropped to my knees and asked how deep.
“Do… you want to come in?” I tried to keep my voice steady as he held my hand tight, staring down as though nothing existed in the world at that moment but us.
“Yes. I want to, but I’m not going to. You’re worth waiting for.” He leaned down, enveloping me in the warmth of his kiss as our tongues lashed together and the world spun.
He took his time. Gently kissing my upper lip, then both lips. Pulling back to look at my face before pressing forward and sliding his tongue deliberately over my lips. I whimpered at the demands my body was making as he slid his fingers to the back of my neck, his thumbs gently gliding over my cheeks, until my body turned to Jello.
“Jesus.” He pulled back, his voice lower than before. “Angel Henderson.”
He said my name. Nothing after, just leaving it hanging there.
The tension vibrated in my belly as I sucked a breath through my teeth. I knew he must be hard as a rock, because the lust in his eyes made it impossible to breathe. It took all of my strength not to drag him inside, but I knew he was right, we needed time. It would be so much sweeter if we let the sensual agony simmer before we gave in.
He pulled my hand upward, flattening it over his chest, the boom of his heart nearly bruising my palm. “You feel that?”
“Yes.” I purred. His body was so warm and hard, I imagined my fingers dancing across the wide expanse of his bare chest.
“You’re doing that to me. I’m not a man that gets nervous, but you’re holding something over me, Angel Henderson, and I can’t wait to see what it’s going to be.”
He cradled his hand against my face, pulled me to him and we breathed into the new kiss, exchanging the air that seemed to bind us together.
“I have to go,” he said, eyes lowered as my heart shattered.
“Are you sure?” The pleading sound of my question making me sound desperate. but above all things I didn’t want him to leave.
“Little girl, if I don’t go, there’s a storm brewing inside me that would leave destruction in its path. I’m not a guy that holds back, so if you gotta know, my cock is ready to take over and slam you into the ground and fuck you right here next to that pot of geraniums that need water by the way. So, I’m leaving. But, trust me, I’ll be thinking about you, especially as soon as I get home and tame this beast in my pants.”
My belly did somersaults. My head felt like it was a balloon floating up, up, up.
He says what he means. I was so unaccustomed to such raw honesty. I thought it would offend me, but it had quite the opposite effect.
The drenched fabric of my practical cotton panties was no longer able to contain the gush of new wetness and I felt the first drip down the inside of my thigh as I murmured, “I’ll be thinking about you too.”