Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“So good,” she practically moans, and I smile against her ear.
“We aren’t done yet.”
“Oh God, I hope not.”
“Greedy, greedy girl,” I taunt, licking the spot below her ear, and she moans ever so softly. “It’s okay. I’m greedy too.”
She turns her head then, her eyes meeting mine before she captures my lips with a need that has me buzzing all over. She takes over the kiss, and a chill runs down my spine that has me almost breaking the kiss to laugh at the truth of the matter.
Because I knew it. I fucking knew it.
One time won’t be nearly enough—probably not even five times—but that might be all I’ve got, and I’m going to get my fucking fill of Tennessee.
Chapter Six
Tennessee
Dart drags his lips along my shoulder and my neck before kissing me at the base of my throat, sending a fluttering feeling through my body. I’m breathless and a little dizzy, but I’m also deliciously spent. My face is flushed, hot, and I know I want more. He kisses me once again and then whispers against the back of my neck, “I’m going to go clean up. Do you need anything?”
“You?” I answer without hesitation, and he chuckles against my neck.
Lord, it’s deep and dangerous, and I swear it rocks my soul.
A smile pulls at my lips as he says, “In addition to me, would you like a water?”
“That sounds wonderful. I should stay hydrated.”
He squeezes my ass as he snakes his other hand around me. “That would be smart.”
His kiss is soft and quick as he pulls out of me before getting off the bed. I fall against the mattress, my body feeling cold the moment he’s gone. I watch as he walks toward the fridge, his ass tight, those legs so damn strong, and muscles rippling along his arms. He has a huge black-and-white dragon with its wings spread wide across his back. Its tail curls around to his front, and I have so many questions. I want to know everything, but I realize I can’t. This is one night. It doesn’t have to be said out loud for me to know the truth. If I start asking questions, if I start caring about anything but the pleasure he can bring me, I’ll yearn for him once I go my way and he goes his.
I have to treat this as what it is.
A one-night stand.
Ugh, that doesn’t sound right. I really don’t care for the term, but I know the truth.
And I can’t forget it.
He comes back toward me, that easy grin on his lips as he hands me the bottle of water. “Thank you,” I breathe, and he winks at me before heading into the bathroom.
I can see everything he does from where I lie in the bed, and I don’t look away. I don’t want to waste a moment not taking him in. He pulls off the condom, throwing it in the trash before washing his hands. A grin plays on his face in the mirror, and I can’t help but smile. He’s so fucking gorgeous. His body is rippled with muscles, and I want to discover each tattoo that adorns his skin. I want to trace the ink with my tongue. I want to get lost in everything that is him. I lick my lips as he looks over at me, drying his hands, beautifully naked. I love that he doesn’t rinse his mouth or brush his teeth as he gazes at me. His eyes are darker than they were in the bar. His jaw is tight as he looks me over, that grin unstoppable on his lovely lips.
“That gaze of yours is going to spoil me, Tennie.”
My lips quirk. “How so?”
“I love how you look at me,” he says, stalking toward me in a way that has my body quivering with delight. “Like you want to devour me.”
I lick my lips. “I do.”
His chuckle is low, and desire swirls in my stomach as he leans onto the bed with only a knee before he nods toward the bottle. “Are you done?”
“I am,” I say, feeling like I’m in a trance caused by him. He takes the water from me, sipping thirstily before he sets it on the nightstand beside us.
He climbs onto the bed and takes my left butt cheek in his hand. He lifts it to examine his handiwork on my ass. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I scoff. “Hardly.”
Heat flashes in his eyes as his lips curve ever so devilishly. “I have to be honest.”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve never just done that without discussing it first. But, Tennessee, your ass is a thing of beauty, and it needs to be slapped. Hard.”
The way he says “hard” should not have heat pooling between my legs, but here we are.
“Why, thank you,” I say, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip as he lets go of my ass to prowl over me.