Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“You guys must be close.”
She nods. “They are my best friends.” I can tell; her eyes are shining with love and pride. “Do you have siblings?”
“I do,” I tell her, cupping her by the back of her thigh and hooking it higher up on my hip so she’s closer. “I’m the youngest of nine.”
“Holy shit!” she exclaims, her eyes wide, and I can’t help but smile. It’s a common reaction. “I thought I had a lot of siblings.”
I chuckle softly. “The eldest is almost forty, and I’m twenty-two.”
Her eyes widen at that. “You’re twenty-two?”
I eye her. “Is that a problem?”
She laughs nervously, which I know by the way her lip comes between her teeth, halting her laughter. “I’m twenty-eight.”
I have to fight back my grin as I graze my lips along hers. “Mm, a cougar has caught me,” I tease, and she laughs loudly, the throaty sound sending chills down my spine and heat straight to my cock. “I’m kidding. Age is just a number, love.”
She kisses my jaw then my bottom lip before meeting my gaze. She brushes her fingers along my cheek, and I’m lost in the blue of her eyes at the moment. I know once I’m between those thighs, they’ll go brown again, and I can’t wait to see the color shine as she screams my name.
Now that she knows it.
CHAPTER 13
Louisa
If I had to go through all the trauma with the cult, and then all the shit guys after, to get to Ciaran—ugh, I love his name—I would absolutely do it all over again.
The way Ciaran looks at me, the way he holds me, how he drops that little nickname of love in the most striking way, has me chomping at the bit for more. I want to drown myself in his words, in the pleasure he brings me and how good he makes me feel. I don’t want to let him leave. I want to kidnap him and keep him all to myself.
But again, I look awful in orange.
I run my tongue along his lips, and his grip on my ass tightens. I feel his cock coming back to life, and even through the exhaustion, I want him. Desperately. I feel as if I’m betraying my sisters by not reopening the shop, but I refuse to let that hold me back. I trap Ciaran’s gaze as I whisper, “I don’t want to open the shop back up.”
“Don’t.”
“If I don’t, would you like to come upstairs?”
He kisses my lips, then my nose, before his wanton gaze has me growing tight everywhere. “I was hoping to come upstairs if you opened or not.”
Yup, fuck opening the shop. My breath catches audibly, but I recover quickly by sitting up. I don’t know why, but I cover my chest with my arm as I go to stand, but he stops me by pulling my arm away, releasing my girls.
“What are you doing?”
His words surprise me, and my eyes widen as I look down at him. “Bracing the girls so I can get up.”
He shakes his head in something like annoyance. “Don’t hide them. I need my fill.”
A flush burns along my cheeks, and I know it’s trailing down my throat, even my chest. He makes me giddy. “Mmm, keep that up, and we won’t make it upstairs.”
He moves so fast, I can’t even prepare myself. He takes hold of my thigh, rolling us over so I’m on top of him. Fluid rushes out of me and pools along his stomach, but neither of us cares. Our eyes are locked, and our breathing starts to become labored. I don’t understand this pull, this unreasonable need for him, but I don’t want to question it. I just want to feel his pleasure.
I swallow hard as he cups my ass in his hands, squeezing my cheeks apart. His eyes are full of all things naughty as he says, “Who said anything about making it upstairs?”
The desire that swirls in his cornflower-blue eyes has me wheezing for air. He brings his hand up, cupping my neck before drawing me down into a lusty, messy kiss. It’s all teeth and tongue, and the desire that gathers deep in my stomach has me trembling in anticipation. I tear my mouth from his, sucking on his bottom lip, then his chin, his neck. I track down his body, kissing his pecs, his nipples, and then each of the abs that adorn his toned stomach. He has that dangerous deep-cut V that points straight to his cock.
A cock that is standing at attention, ready for me.
When I take him by the root, his hips jerk up and he hisses through his teeth. The power I feel is absolutely mind-blowing as I look up at him from beneath my lashes. His eyes darken when he slowly shakes his head. “You keep looking at me like that, love, and I’ll take back control.”