Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“I’m crazy about you. I think I’ve waited for you for a long time.” She couldn’t tell him she loved him. It was too soon. Even if she was pretty sure she did.
His jaw tightened, and he leaned over, picking her up. “I’m so fucking crazy about you. I know you’re the one I’ve waited for. And you were worth the wait, worth any more waiting I have to do, Daphne.”
He carried her the short distance to the bedroom, his arms surrounding her, holding her to the safety of his chest. When he sat her on her feet in front of the bed and his hands went to the buttons of her dress, she didn’t protest, merely shifted her arms so he could push the bodice of the dress off her. It fell down to her waist, exposing the white bra she wore. One little lamp was on, casting a warm glow, though nothing could compare to the warmth in his eyes as she reached behind and unclasped her bra, tossing it to the side.
She wasn’t going to be insecure with him. She was going to be brave because he was worth it.
“I knew you’d be gorgeous.” His hands went to the buttons of his shirt, but he hesitated. “Daph, I’ve got a lot of scars. I wanted to warn you.”
She brushed aside his hands, placing her own on the buttons. “Hush. I know some woman once told you that all this gorgeousness is the only thing you’re worth. She was an asshole.”
He winced. “There might have been more than one.”
“Well, mister, you had bad taste in women, and that stops now.” She undid each button, slowly revealing the stunning chest she’d known he would have. Imperfections and all, he was beautiful. Daphne let her fingers brush over the old scars on his chest and tried not to think about how he’d gotten them. They were old wounds, healed and stronger now. And the wounds that didn’t show? She intended to heal those, too. The way he was healing hers. “Like I said, sexiest man on the planet.”
“I’m glad you think so.” He eased the shirt off his shoulders and let it join her bra. “Because you are definitely the sexiest woman. Kiss me and promise me if I go too fast, you’ll tell me.”
She bit back a growl. “You kiss me and go faster. This is our one night for a while, and I want to make it count.”
Why had she been worried about this? Now that she was here with him, she felt more than brave. A primal energy had come over her, and she wanted that man on top of her, pressing her down into the mattress. She wanted to be on top of him, riding him until he couldn’t handle it one more second and he came.
His mouth came down on hers, and she let him take control.
* * * *
Boomer was going to absolutely lose his damn mind. Daphne had ordered him to kiss her, and damn, but his cock had responded. She’d been sweet and loving when she’d run her fingers over his scars and banished the final worry he’d had about her accepting him. But the wildcat did something for him, too.
He’d expected to ease her into sex, to go as slow as she needed to go. It had been a long time for her, and from what he could tell, it wasn’t like the sex had been all that great in the first place.
But here she was demanding that he take care of her.
He could do that.
But first that dress had to go. It was gorgeous on her, however, he was pretty certain nothing was going to be prettier than her own skin.
He eased his fingers under the waist of her dress and gently pushed it down, getting to his knees to help her out of it.
Which put him in the perfect position to catch the scent of her arousal. His cock tightened, and he rested his head against her. She was petite and he was not, so even on his knees his head came to her shoulders. He breathed in her scent and let his hands roam across soft skin, memorizing the feel of her, reveling in it.
Her hands found his hair, and she laced her fingers through it, the sensation making him growl. He shifted and caught a perfect pink and brown nipple between his lips, loving the way she gasped, and her whole body went tight as he sucked on her. He stayed at her breasts, lavishing both with affection, nipping and licking at them like the delicious treats they were.
She was about to find out he had an appetite for her. A big one that might take a lifetime to satisfy.
He’d enjoyed the evening with her so much. She’d wanted to know about his history, drawing him out in a way very few people ever did. He was the quiet one, the one who tended to sit on the outskirts of any group he was in, but Daphne made him feel like he was the center of the freaking universe.