Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 103931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
“I’m mad because you—” I huff, going over the words in my head and finding they sound ridiculous.
“No. Don’t do that. Say what you’re thinking. I’ll stand here all day if I have to.”
“You rejected me.” The words fly out, and my hands lift into the air before dropping heavily to my side. My fingers start to tap on my leg. “I thought that you wanted me . . . forget it.”
Paxton takes a step closer and pulls me toward him. His strong arms wrap around me, and I can feel the warmth of his body.
“Mallory.” His voice is soft as his hands move up to cup my face, and he tilts my chin so I’m looking at him.
“Paxton, I—”
“Shut up.” Then he slams his mouth against mine.
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Paxton
@Stargossip: Radio silence is never a good sign. Who thinks the island has turned into a game of Survivor?
@Twistedtealover: My money is on Paxton.
@Moviesaremylife: @Twistedtealover I think everyone’s money is on Paxton.
@TeagansStewardFans: Don’t count Teagan out. My girl is scrappy.
@Holaypancakes: All hail the coconut.
I slam my mouth against hers. Swallowing her words of protest. There won’t be any more barbs or circumventing the issues. She’s upset that I rejected her. I’ll show her just how much I wanted her all along.
On a gasp, her mouth parts for me, and I take full advantage of the moment, slipping my tongue into her mouth and sweeping it against hers.
Our tongues tangle in a rhythm that is all ours.
And I can’t get enough.
I’ve waited too long to kiss her again, and now that I am, I want more.
I’m mad with desire—the need to devour her whole coursing through my blood, zapping all my nerves to life.
It’s chaos.
But it’s the best kind.
Pulling my mouth away from hers, I look down at her. “You think I rejected you? You think I don’t want you?” I rub my hard cock against her, and she groans at the friction. “Does this feel like rejection, Mallory?”
She shakes her head.
“Words.”
“No,” she whispers.
“Good girl. Tell me you want me, Mal.”
She nods, and I shake my head. “I need words,” I command again.
“I want you.”
That’s good enough for me.
I grab the bottom of her soaked shirt, pulling it up and over her head, discarding it to the floor.
“Fuck.”
A goddamn siren.
My cock hardens even more at the sight of her pert nipples, begging to be tasted.
Her eyes heat, and I know she wants this just as much as I do.
Placing my hands on her shoulders, I gently lay her back on the bed and spread her legs.
“Pax,” she whispers against my lips. “I need you.”
This has been a long time coming.
Since the moment I met Mallory, and then when she came storming back into my life, we have been careening toward this moment, and I sure as fuck am not going to fuck this up now.
“Pax—”
“Shh. Before I fuck you, I need a taste.”
Dropping to my knees, I place my mouth on her skin. Slowly, I trail a path up until I reach the tiny scrap of cotton covering her.
“These have got to go.”
She lifts her hips as I slide the soaked panties down her toned legs. I throw them over my shoulder, eyes never leaving Mallory. I spread her thighs wide, giving me a perfect view of her pussy.
“Please,” she pants, lifting her hips up again.
Mallory lying naked in front of me, legs spread, pussy on full display as she begs for my mouth, is my new favorite activity.
“Patience, princess,” I say the name, hoping we’ve passed that hurdle.
Raw lust sparkles in her eyes, and I sigh with relief. I close the distance, moving closer and placing my mouth on her. My tongue swipes out, licking her before my mouth clamps down on her clit.
The sounds coming from her mouth should be illegal. No one should ever hear them but me. I want to drown in her, then feast on her again and again.
I do just that.
Licking. Sucking. Having my fill. The harder I lick, the heavier her panting becomes.
Despite her moans of desire, I take my time, drawing out her pleasure until she’s a rubber band pulled so tight it’s about to snap.
Mallory’s body begins to shake, and I know what she needs. With one thrust of my finger inside her, she comes undone, pulsing around my digit.
Her hips thrust, meeting my finger stroke for stroke, riding out every last ounce of her orgasm.
I wait for her to come down from her high before I speak. “You taste amazing. Better than I could have ever imagined.”
She sits up on her elbows. “What about me?” She grins, her face a warm shade of red from her orgasm. “Do I get to taste you?”
“Next time. I can’t wait to fuck you.”
Her eyes close as though she’s already in ecstasy, and I’m losing control, needing to make her mine. The way her body reacts to my words alone is an aphrodisiac. I want more.