Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 143842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 719(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 719(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
“You don’t want me?” It gasped out, my thoughts disoriented, need so intense that I couldn’t process anything but the desperation to feel him inside me.
Filling me full.
Taking me over.
“I think it’s plain just how damned bad I want you.” He ground my center against his dick. “Already told you last night how bad I do. But I don’t want to complicate things.”
Right.
He didn’t want to complicate things.
I should probably be concerned that I felt very, very complicated right then.
But he was right, if we were going to wake up tomorrow and just be friends, then this needed to be a quick release.
This wasn’t intimate.
It wasn’t anything but feeling good.
I started to tell him that I only wanted to touch him, but my mind stopped functioning when he smoothed his hand down my leg to my knee before he rode back up, though this time his hand slipped beneath my dress when he got to the hem. He pushed it up higher until it was completely bunched around my waist.
I thought to be self-conscious. My thighs thick and trembling where I straddled him, my legs completely bare.
I thought of looking out the windows to make sure no one was watching us. But I was too enraptured by the growl that rolled up his throat, by the way that ravenous gaze slid over my body.
“How’s it I have a Goddess sitting on my lap?”
Every inch of me quivered and rocked.
An earthquake.
He nudged me up a fraction, and he dragged the tip of his thumb over the satiny fabric of my underwear.
Sparks flashed, and he’d barely touched me.
“Look at you…needy and wet.”
I choked over the tightness that bound my throat. “Did you expect me not to be?”
“Oh, I expected you to be. I could smell you…” He ran his nose down the slope of my neck before he kissed across my collarbone. “How fuckin’ bad you need it.”
He nudged my underwear aside, and he dragged his thumb deep between my lips.
I gasped at the sensation.
At the heat.
At the flames.
I writhed and whimpered, not even caring that he probably thought I was pathetic. The mere brush of the tip of his finger nearly setting me off.
“Fuck. If I thought that dress should be illegal, then those sweet little sounds coming out of your mouth should be a felony.”
He rumbled it, running his thumb back and forth, barely brushing over my clit with each pass.
“Cody.”
“That’s right, honey. That’s exactly what I want to hear. My name on your tongue. Give me one minute, and you’ll be chanting it so loud that I’ll have to gag you.”
“Cocky Cowboy.” It wheezed out as he rolled his thumb over my throbbing clit.
A chuckle reverberated from deep within his chest, the man enjoying this far too much. He had his face tipped up toward mine, our lips a breadth apart.
I was breathing his air.
The scent of him all around.
That spicy aura drugging me, leaving me desperate for a taste.
“Kiss me.” I begged it.
Something flashed through his expression.
Terror it looked like.
Fear or regret.
But it was gone before I could process it, and surprise was squeezing from my lungs when he had me pressed against the passenger door so quickly that I hadn’t even realized he’d moved.
My mind spun with the disorder that was this man.
A riot.
Peace.
Complete anarchy.
A sweetness that was so hazardous that I felt the truth of it twist like a dull knife in my guts.
Because in an instant, I was spread out for him, one leg bent and pressed to the back of the seat and the other draped out across the floor.
Cody leaned over me, gold eyes glinting in the muted dregs of light.
He took me by the knees and spread me wider. “Look at you. So fucking gorgeous you could make a man weep.”
I arched from the door where I was propped, unable to process it, the sensation and the need and the electricity.
The man enthralling.
Entrancing.
Knocking me free of any sense.
Inhibitions slayed.
He planted one hand on the seat and rose up higher, his attention intent on my face as he slipped his hand between my thighs.
He’d never seemed so enormous than then.
Hovering over me like a leviathan in the cab.
A shield of protection.
A shroud of depravity.
He drove two fingers inside me, and my walls clenched around them. I gasped at the fullness.
“Yeah, knew you’d have a sweet little cunt,” he rumbled.
He started driving his fingers in and out as he rolled his thumb over my clit. Swirling and pressing and spinning me into a frenzy.
My hips started to move, jutting up to meet each thrust.
He was right. It took all of a minute for me to start chanting his name, pleasure winding and curling and tightening to a boiling point.
“I—” I couldn’t speak.
Emotion broke free of where I’d kept it trapped, shackles that vied to be released. Warmth spread, a dark cascade of memories that wound through the recesses of my mind and penetrated to the spirit.