Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Colton looks down into my eyes, and a moment of seriousness passes between us, one that has him reaching for the stove and turning it off. “I really hate that you’re going through this,” he tells me. “I feel like I’m letting you down. Like I’m just standing back and watching you make a mistake.”
I shake my head, hating how pained he is over this. “You’re not,” I insist. “Stepping in and not allowing me to see this through would be the mistake. I need to do this. You’ll understand when it’s all over.”
“I get that,” he says. “I don’t like it, but I get it. I just wish there was something I could do to take away all your suffering. There’s nothing I wouldn't do for you, Ocean. I’ll fucking pay for your freedom if that’s what it takes. I’d give it all up just to see you safe.”
“I’d never ask that of you.”
“I know you wouldn’t. It doesn’t mean that I wouldn't do it, though.”
I brush my lips over his, loving the feel of his kiss against my lips. “You’re a stubborn asshole, you know that, right?”
He nods, a smile pulling at his lips. “Right back at ya, Jade.”
I can’t help but grin up at him, and as our eyes meet, he pushes me back against the counter, caging me in with his hard body. My hands slide down from around his neck and travel over his strong arms, feeling the tight ridges of his muscles.
He drops his face into the curve of my neck, and I feel his lips brushing over my sensitive skin. “Fuck dinner,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with desire. “I think I’ll eat you instead.”
His words are my undoing, and everything clenches deep within me. How does he have such a profound effect over my body? One minute I'm happy in his arms and the next I'm desperate to feel him deep inside me.
Colton Carrington is zero to one hundred in the blink of an eye, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Need pulses through my veins, and I press my body against his, desperate to feel his skin on mine. His hands slip under the fabric of my too-big shirt until they’re tickling my skin and giving me only a fraction of what I need. “I love it when you wear my clothes,” he tells me, slowly raising the shirt up my body. “But I love it more when you wear nothing at all.”
The shirt comes over my head, and he drops it on the marble floor before putting his hands back on my waist. His fingers travel down as his lips return to my neck, driving me wild with need. His fingertips slip under the waistband of my sweatpants, and with a gentle push, they fall down my legs, leaving me standing before him in nothing but a black bra and a skimpy lace thong.
A groan tears from the back of his throat as he takes me in. The sound speaks to the devil living inside of me, spurring me on, even more so when his large hands curve over my backside and squeeze firmly, teasing me with their power.
Colton lifts me up onto the counter, and I instantly spread my legs, allowing him space to get even closer. I don't waste a second unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it open to see his sculpted chest. It’s so perfect, my mouth waters. I push the shirt over his shoulders and lick my lips as the soft material drops to the floor behind him, leaving him standing before me with that warm sun-kissed skin begging to be touched.
Colton’s hands roam over my body, and I lock my legs around his waist, pulling me in until I feel his hardness against my center. He grinds against me, and a soft moan pulls from deep inside of me.
The wait is torture. I need to have him now.
I reach down between us and unbuckle his belt then tear it free from his pants in one easy pull. Sensing my urgency, Colton’s lips lift into an excited grin. He slides his hands around my body, taking hold of my lace thong at the top of my ass and tearing hard, ripping the flimsy material right off my body.
My lady bits clench, and I bite down on my lower lip. Holy hell. How is this even real? Men like Colton need to be arrested and detained. The power they have over the opposite sex should be illegal.
The second his pants are gone, his large cock springs free. I watch with desire as he takes hold, curling his fingers around his base and slowly working up and down.
Fuck me. I’m going to hell for this.
Colton’s eyes sparkle as he watches me squirm. He knows what he’s doing to me, and if he’s not careful, I might just play the same game.