Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
She tangles her hands in my hair again, tugging me down to her. I try to kiss her gently, but she turns it savage fast, and I can’t help but respond in kind—nipping, sucking, biting. I could eat her up right here. And fuck, I want to.
She hitches a leg over my waist, and I feel her notched against me—feel her heat and her wet pussy. I’m helpless to resist. I lift her and spin us around until she’s pressed against the wall. I hold her gaze as I slowly lower her onto my shaft. My breath rushes out of me as she clenches around my cock.
“You feel so good,” I whisper, and she covers my mouth with hers and moves her hips in a silent demand for action.
This isn’t the reunion I’ve fantasized about. It’s primitive need—her nails scraping down my back, her teeth sinking into my neck, her breathy plea of harder until I’m fucking her against the goddamn wall of her brother’s office. Not what I imagined, but it’s good. So good. I lose myself a little and forget where we are and why this is a bad idea, why this is too soon and too fast. My thoughts have narrowed to the most primitive instincts to thrust and retreat, thrust and retreat, my attention focused on the way her body perfectly fits mine and the sound of her moans as she buries her face in my neck.
She’s close. I feel it in the sudden tension in her body, the way she’s clenched around my cock. I slip a hand between our bodies and find her clit. She may have set the pace, but I’ll be damned if she walks out of this office without coming. I stroke tiny circles around that sensitive spot, and her breathing hitches and her hips shift, seeking the friction where she needs it. When I give her what she wants, she bucks wildly against me. Her body squeezes so tightly as she comes that I forget to breathe. Then I’m coming right behind her with my own pounding thrust of my hips—barely breathing, barely thinking, barely anything but an animal seeking release.
I hold her, clutching her close as I bury my face in her neck. The smell of her is a drug. I want it on my pillow. I want it in my house. I want to wake up to this scent every day.
She grips my shoulders, squeezing before she pushes me back. I gently lower her to the ground. She searches my face, and I wait, wondering what she can really see in my eyes. Can she see how I feel about her or does she just see the man who hurt her?
“Thanks,” she whispers, biting back a smile.
I choke on a laugh. “Um, you’re welcome?”
Pans clang outside the office, and I wince. Right. We just had sex in the middle of her family’s bar. In Jake’s office.
“Have you seen Easton?”
Shay and I share a moment of wide-eyed horror at the sound of Carter’s voice.
Someone clears his throat. “Don’t see him, nope.” Jake.
If I had to guess, “don’t see him” means he knows damn well where I am and is trying to save me a beating. I definitely owe him.
“Well, if you do, tell him Scarlett Lashenta is out front asking for him.”
I feel like I’ve been punched. Not because of Scarlett. I can deal with her. But because Shay’s pink cheeks just turned ashen. Because this is really shitty timing. Again.
I catch her gaze and shake my head. “Don’t freak out,” I whisper.
Jake coughs. “Scarlett is here?”
“Yep,” Carter says. “And not even a little incognito. She’s holding court at the bar.”
“I have to see this,” Jake says.
The sound of their voices fades until I can only assume they’ve left the kitchen.
“She’s right on time,” Shay says, a cruel smile twisting her lips.
“She likes to be unpredictable,” I tell her. “It’s just the way she is.”
She huffs out a wry laugh and bends over to grab her panties off the floor. “You’d better get out there before she comes in here looking for you. I’m sure she has some life-changing news.”
“Don’t do this. Don’t shut me down.” I swallow. “Shay, what just happened between us . . . That was too fast. I’m sorry.”
She pulls her underwear up her legs then smooths down her dress. She won’t even look at me. “Stop being a prude. We scratched that itch, and now we can move on.”
Is she kidding me? “You’re going to drag me in here, beg me to fuck you senseless against the wall, and then go back to being cold? Back to hating my guts?”
She shrugs. “That’s all we’re good for, Easton. Fucking. Getting each other off.” She rakes her gaze down my body and back up. “And you’re good, I’ll give you credit for that. But I do remember you having a little more stamina.”