Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 173392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 867(@200wpm)___ 694(@250wpm)___ 578(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 173392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 867(@200wpm)___ 694(@250wpm)___ 578(@300wpm)
I nod.
A hard breath hits my ear, and he lifts me up, back against his body, burying his face in my neck. I drop the pillow, moaning as I tilt my head back, close my eyes, and reach my hand around to touch his face.
“Macon …”
His hands slide up my body, covering my breasts, and I shift on my tiptoes, trying to keep contact as his mouth moves over my neck—touching, brushing, biting, breathing …
He rises up straight, taking me with him so my feet leave the floor. “How are you so powerful?” he growls, sliding a hand down the front of my panties. “Goddammit, you make everything worse.”
I smile. My skin fires under the surface, and I feel like everything is vibrating. “I know,” I groan.
His mouth leaves my neck, and I catch his lips with mine, cutting off his breath.
Twisting around in his arms, I let him slip his hands down the back of my underwear, cupping my ass and pressing me into him. His hard ridge digs into me, and my belly floods with heat.
I climb into his arms as he wraps my legs around his body. I hold the back of his neck and hover close, nearly brushing my nose to his. “I wish it had been me that night on your bed. What would you have done if you’d caught me?”
He reaches behind me, and I hear the lock click. “Given you the licks you deserved.” He breathes out.
My heart spins inside my chest, and I love the double meaning behind that. I wish I had been the one on his bed. I wish I’d known how to listen to my instincts, because from the start, it was him I noticed. The first time I saw him up close in the garage during the scavenger hunt. That first time—while everyone else was scared—I just kept thinking how smart he was. That he wasn’t some ruthless nobody who thought small and just liked to cause trouble. That whole time he had Clay in his clutches, I kept thinking that he was stronger than anyone I’d ever known.
He lifts me higher by the backs of my thighs, looking up at me. “You pitying me?” he asks. “Tell me this isn’t about that.”
I hold his face, gazing into his chocolate eyes.
“Tell me you want it,” he begs.
“I wanted it that night in the garage so badly,” I state. “I wanted you to put me in the back seat and do it slow, again and again.” I harden my voice. “And I don’t want anyone else touching you.”
I know the woman he was talking to at Mariette’s yesterday is of little consequence, but she’s around, and she’s available if he needs it.
I don’t like that.
“I take care of you,” I tell him. “Your restaurant, your food, and I’ll ride you early in the morning, and let you take off my panties in the middle of the night if you wake up hard.”
I crash down on his mouth, savoring the taste of him before I slowly move over his lips, gripping his hair at the back of his head. He groans, holding me tightly and pushing his tongue in, forcing my teeth to part.
Tingles spread down to my toes. “Oh God …”
The heat of his mouth spreads all over me, and I move faster, not able to get enough. I kiss and nibble, and then I force his head back so I can have his neck. I kiss over his vein and up to his jaw, tasting it with the tip of my tongue. The stubble on his face brushes against my lips, and I don’t know what happens, but I bite his jaw, not even thinking anymore.
“Mine,” I say. “I’m the one who touches you.”
He hugs me tightly, his possessive fingers digging into my ass and waist. “Fuck,” he whispers. “Fucking God, Krisjen, we have to stop. You don’t belong with me. You’re too young.”
I kiss him more and more. “I decide that,” I pant, dragging my nails over the muscles in his back. “And you don’t tell me no. You let me have whatever I want.” I leave small kisses on his cheek, his jaw, and the corner of his mouth. “I belong to you.”
And he covers my mouth with a long, deep kiss, and neither one of us can stop.
He kisses my forehead, my cheek, and I want him to go faster—harder—but I don’t want to be fucked, either. Not our first time. I love the slow agony of anticipation. Of him learning my body and me learning his. When is he going to suck on me? Strip the rest of my clothes off? Spread my thighs apart?
He drops me to my feet, smelling my hair as he takes my hand and guides it inside the hem of my underwear. He presses my fingertips to my clit. “Do that,” he murmurs. “You’re pretty when you do it.”