Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
His hands encircled each of her wrists and lifted them over her head, checking any movement she might have tried to make. A hot, fiery stroke of need made her stomach flip as she looked up into eyes of molten gold.
Her blood pumped feverishly through her system in waves of delight. With a feeling of aching bliss, she pushed with her wrists against his unrelenting hold as he imprisoned her. Feeling no give at all, a sharp tug of excitement coiled in a river of heat that held her enthralled.
His eyes narrowed and darkened, even as his hands continued to grasp her with uncompromising strength. His knee pushed against the juncture of her thighs in forceful threat, pinning her lower body to the mattress. "Stop pushing against me," he hissed. "It won't get you anywhere." A blatantly male look of domination crossed his features as he bared his teeth. "Here's how we're going to play this. You get one word that will make me pull back." He studied her with masterful authority, making tremors of heat spread through her bloodstream. "Can you guess what that word is?"
She quivered in his hold as she tried to comprehend long enough to question, "Stop?"
He lifted his chin in confirmation. "That's the word. You say 'stop,' and I'll stop. But that's the only word that will work, understand me?" She nodded her head in a jerky movement and he continued, "I'm warning you, nothing else will do the trick. I'm already too fucking far gone to figure out what all the pushing against me means." He clenched his jaw. "You trying to get loose?"
Her eyes flared in denial as the thought of him letting her go sent shards of regret through her. She began shaking her head. "No."
"That's good, because I'm not letting you go." He released one wrist and he brought his hand down and fisted his fingers through her hair in a further act of primitive possession. His intense gaze was compelling as he studied her. "Remember what you have to do to stop me, babe, because it's the only out you'll get."
With that warning heating the air between them, he bent his head and kissed her. Angie felt his ravenous hunger in the press of his lips and the stroke of his tongue as it dueled with hers. His sensual aura swept over her, and she expelled shallow pants as irresistible need clenched in her stomach. He kissed her with sure, firm strokes, taking from her mouth and swallowing the air she exhaled as if he couldn't get close enough.
She felt the same. With her one free hand, she sank her fingers into the muscles of his shoulder, feeling the hard ridge of flesh under her touch. His skin felt exquisite, his scent inflamed her senses, and the way he was attacking her mouth as if he had no control where she was concerned, was sending sparks of primitive delight dancing along her nerve endings.
She felt the vibrations of a low growl begin in his throat and bleed up through his mouth and into hers. The raw, feral sound evoked a titillating shiver of response as she felt an all-consuming need to submit to the pure pleasure he induced within her.
He pulled his mouth away and stared down at her. Trying to take in some much-needed air, she looked back in fascination. Dragging his eyes away, he glanced down and Angie was very aware that the only clothing she wore was her opened bra.
She lay panting as he released her and reached down with both hands and slid the cups of her bra out of his way. Her nipples immediately beaded, whether from the cool air or his heated gaze, she didn't know.
His cheekbones became tinged with red, and with his nostrils flaring, he swiped his thumbs across the pink tips of her breasts. Electricity arced through her and lifted her spine from the bed. At her reflexive movement, his eyes lifted to hers again and held her gaze captive. He raised a hand and with a slow gentleness, lifted a lock of her hair and began swirling it, almost leisurely, through his fingers. The calm, almost placid movement wasn't anything she'd seen from him before, and it threw her off balance. Her heart beat heavily in her chest while she waited for his next move.
His erection pressed against her leg and it looked as if his restraint was costing him. Masculine fingers tightening in her hair so much that she couldn't have moved if she'd tried, he pressed a soft kiss to her lips before looking down again. "You're even prettier than I expected," he said in reverence.
He scanned her, his eyes raking boldly over her, and his voice when he spoke sounded torn from him. "You have no idea what it cost me to stay away from you for so long."