Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 50840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
"No?" His fingers drift along my slit, teasing. "Then why are you so wet right now?"
"I was dreaming about–"
"If any name other than mine leaves your lips, I'm spanking your pussy before I fuck it," he growls.
"Hockey," I squeak, my core clenching hard. Why do I love how territorial and possessive he is? I'm a strong, independent woman. It should not be that fucking hot. It really shouldn't. And yet, every dang time he growls that I'm his or acts like a caveman, my body throws up a white flag and screams, 'Yes, king, yes!'
"Mm." He nips my throat, his chest rumbling against my back. "Was I sticking you against the boards?"
"Logan," I groan.
"Was I?"
"No. In the net."
"Good girl," he breathes, his fingers dancing along my slit again.
I groan softly, inching my legs apart.
"You want to come, don't you?"
I consider denying it, but what's the point? He already knows I do. He can feel the truth for himself. And frankly, I'm tired of denying and fighting the truth. I want this man more than I've ever wanted anything. Maybe I live long enough to regret it. Maybe he breaks my heart in the end.
Or maybe he doesn't.
Maybe I finally find out what it's like for someone to stay.
I want to know…and I want it to be him who stays. I want that more than I've ever wanted anything. I'm falling in love with him. Hell, maybe I'm already there. I don't know. All I know is that I don't want this to end. As scared as I am of putting my heart in his hands, I'm even more afraid of not taking that chance and spending the rest of my life regretting it.
He isn't my father. In fact, he's antithetical to my father in every single way. Logan is probably the best man I've ever met. He hides behind that devil-may-care persona. He raises hell and causes problems, does whatever he wants to do and drives me nuts, but he isn't an asshole. He isn't just another rich man taking what he wants. He's holding the whole world up on his shoulders, trying like hell to protect the people who matter to him. He's complicated and infuriating and bossy as hell, but he's all those things because he cares. He cares a whole hell of a lot. And he understands me in a way no one ever has.
I'm not too combative or contrary for him. I'm not too stubborn, too awkward, too curvy, too untrusting. As far as he's concerned, every flaw I've got is just one more reason he likes me as much as he does. Every inch of me is one more inch he can't resist. I may be too much for guys like him, but I'm just right for him.
"No," I say.
He growls a wordless protest, pulling a smile to my lips.
"I want to make you come, Logan," I whisper, flipping around to face him.
His gorgeous blue eyes locked on my face, all sleepy and dilated with lust. His jaw is scruffy. He has a pillow crease on his cheek. He's rumpled and undone, and somehow, he's more damn gorgeous than ever.
I reach for his cock, holding his gaze. "I want you inside me again."
"Fuck." He bucks his hips into my hand, rolling me beneath him. "It's about goddamn time, angel. I was prepared to do desperate, unholy shit to get inside you again."
"Yeah?" I squeeze his cock, jerking him off. He's so damn big I can barely wrap my fist around him. "Like what?"
"Don't ask," he growls, attacking my throat. "You just decided you aren't pissed at me. I'm not fucking it up now."
"Logan Moreno," I tease, running my thumb over the head of his cock. "Were you thinking about defiling me while I was sleeping?"
"Yes," he snarls, dragging my nipple through his teeth before biting down. "It would have been so easy, sweet Peyton. You were dripping wet, begging for it."
I moan, my back arching from the bed.
"You probably wouldn't have even stopped me when you woke up wrapped around my cock," he grunts against my skin. "You would have just begged me to keep fucking you."
"Do it next time," I gasp.
"Fuck." A bead of cum spills from the head of his cock, rolling down my fingers. He practically flings himself down my body, ripping his dick from my hand. Before I can even protest, my legs are over his shoulders. "Oh, fuck yeah," he groans. "Look how pretty and pink."
"Logan," I whimper, grasping a handful of the blankets.
"Hush, baby. Let me eat in peace," he murmurs, flicking his tongue out to taste me.
I don't let him eat in peace. Not even close. Because that first lick seems to unleash a beast between my legs. He roars like he just tasted heaven and buries his face in my pussy.