Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
He moved, carrying her down the hallway, but she didn’t care where. Her fingers tangled in his thick hair, savoring the soft, springy strands that felt almost too silky for a male as tough as him. The contrast fascinated her. His whiskers scraped her chin, rough and teasing, sending another rush of heat through her.
She barely noticed when he lowered her onto a bed, his strength effortless as he moved, keeping her close. Then he sank to his knees in front of her, his hands sliding up her thighs, skimming to the oversized shirt she wore. He slowly lifted the fabric, watching her with an intensity that sent shivers through her. She helped him, pulling it over her head and letting the cool air wash over her skin just before his warmth replaced it.
His mouth found her breasts, pressing soft kisses before teasing, licking, and nipping. It was slow, unhurried worship that had pleasure winding deep inside her. She had expected something rough, fast, but this? His tenderness and patience made something inside her crack open. He wasn’t just touching her body. He was reaching deeper and further into places she had long since locked away.
“Jackson,” she breathed.
He looked up, eyes dark with hunger, then yanked off his shirt. Hard cut muscles now stretched before her, all raw strength and honed power. She ran her hands over his warm skin, trailing her fingertips over the deep ridges of his abs, feeling the way he trembled under her touch.
No belt stood in her way. Her fingers brushed the top of his jeans, then flicked the button open, sliding the zipper down with slow, deliberate ease.
He gently pushed her back onto the bed, and she laughed when her head hit the soft comforter. His hands, rougher now, yanked the sweats down her legs. She kicked her feet, and he caught her ankle with a firm grip.
“Socks. Leave the socks on.” His gaze locked on hers.
She blinked. “You have a sock fetish?”
His grin was boyish, almost charming. Well, as close as Jackson could get to boyish. Even in a playful mood, he radiated pure predator. “No sock fetish. But your feet were freezing. We’re keeping them warm.”
“You’re kind of bossy.”
“I’m trying to temper that this time.” His tone softened, but something in his eyes made her breath catch.
This time. The words clanged through her like a warning. There could only be this time. She wasn’t sure she would survive this and still walk away.
He pressed her down again, his hands sliding along her thighs, opening her. Then his mouth found her, and she jerked against him, her cry echoing off the walls.
“Jackson,” she gasped.
He kissed her clit, slow and deliberately, thumbs pressing into the soft skin of her inner thighs. Heat flashed through her. Vulnerability brushed against her, but then he did it again. Hot, wild, and deep. Any trace of shyness vanished. Her world narrowed to the fire of his mouth and the pressure building inside her.
“You’re beautiful, Em,” he said against her skin.
She couldn’t answer. Her body shattered beneath his touch, the first orgasm hitting so fast she forgot to breathe. She hadn’t known she could come like that, and he did it again before she could gather herself. By the third time, her vision blurred, and her limbs were boneless, her breath ragged.
“Jackson,” she whispered.
“Yeah?” He stood and shoved off his jeans in one swift motion. Firelight sculpted shadows across his body, highlighting muscle and strength. Dangerous. Deadly. Built like a warrior stepping from the flames. And tonight, he was hers.
He grasped her hips and lifted her higher onto the bed, following her down and covering her with his body. His heat surrounded her, and then he kissed her again.
Slow, deep, and all-consuming.
Every inch of her skin had felt his mouth, tongue, and teeth, yet he showed no signs of stopping. He nibbled along her jawline, found her ear, and bit gently. A shiver danced down her spine as she widened her legs, needing him more than she could explain. Not just physically. She wanted this connection with him and no one else.
“You sure?” His breath warmed her ear.
She dug her nails into the hard muscle of his ass, loving the solid feel of him. Then she smoothed her hands over the indents she’d left, silently telling him she wanted more.
“Fair enough,” he murmured.
Sliding an arm beneath her leg, he lifted her, aligning their bodies. Slowly, he began to press inside her. She inhaled sharply. He was thick and hard, stretching her in ways that made her toes curl. He moved slowly, giving her time to adjust while nuzzling her neck, the rasp of his whiskers rough against her skin. She welcomed the burn, that raw scrape of sensation.
Her other leg widened, and she clamped her hands hard on his buttocks, urging him deeper.