Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
My mouth dropped open.
“That’s not…” he stopped me before I could get the full sentence out of my mouth.
“Shhh,” he said. “We’re doing this my way, and you’ll like it.”
When I would’ve replied to that, too, he stopped playing with my breasts and moved until we were eye level.
“You know.”
I feigned innocence.
“I know what?” I asked sweetly. Deviously.
He pushed the sheet down, leaning on one knee to remove it from underneath him before doing the same for the other side.
The moment it was clear of my body, I tried to cover up out of instinct.
He caught my hands before I could make it, and then straddled my waist.
“Keep your hands up here, or I’ll have to get creative.” Wolf put my hands up where he wanted them, and then let them go.
I immediately grabbed for his hair which was tickling my breasts, sinking my fingers so deep that I thought he’d never pry them loose.
He, however, showed me that he didn’t give a shit if it hurt as he pulled my fingers from his hair, and I didn’t let up an inch on those luscious locks of black hair.
The moment my fingers were free, he leaned over and grabbed my bra from the bedside table, a place where I wouldn’t have put it, and did some maneuvering against the wrought iron headboard.
I started to writhe against him, but he stilled my hips by settling his weight onto me.
“Still,” he ordered, moving forward so fast that I jumped.
His eyes came so close to mine that I blinked.
“What are you doing?” I asked, glancing up at what he was doing above my head and then meeting his eyes once again.
“I’m tying you to the bed,” he said so casually that my mouth dropped open in surprise.
“You can’t do that,” I said, yanking my hands down.
“Yes, I can,” he showed me by doing just that.
His hands moved like lightning, twirling and circling my hands so fast that I never even saw it coming.
I yanked again and got about an inch of give before the elastic of my bra straps caught and yanked my hands back against the frame where Wolf had tied them.
“Told you to stay still,” he muttered. “You want to do this on your back or your knees?”
I blinked.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“If you don’t pick one or the other,” he said, getting off of my hips and standing.
My eyes finally chose that moment to take him in.
He wasn’t wearing anything truly great, but what he had on, he worked. Well.
Faded blue jeans that looked like they would probably be more productive as a dust rag than an article of clothing sat low on his hips. A white t-shirt that was tight as sin and would be indecent on anyone but him.
It was splayed so tightly across his chest that I could make out each tiny bump on his hard nipples.
His pecs stood out starkly against the white fabric.
However, it was the bulge in his jeans that my eyes were drawn to.
His hands came up to smooth down his abs, stopping at the waistband of his jeans to hook into the fabric before he lifted his shirt, and undid his belt.
He carefully laid the belt down, which I now saw had a gun attached to it, onto the floor beside the bed.
The next to go was the t-shirt, which he hooked at the back of the collar.
He then proceeded to do what every hot guy did when they took their shirt off.
Hunching his shoulders, he bent forward and removed the t-shirt, removing first one arm followed shortly by the next.
The t-shirt was thrown onto the floor next to his belt, and I gulped.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Rave,” he whispered gruffly.
I licked my lips and finally made my way past his taut abs, taking in his black beard and equally dark hair.
My eyes finally settled on his.
“I know,” I cleared my throat. “I’m just taking in the view.”
He rolled his eyes, and then my heart rate started to pick up as he reached for the button of his blue jeans.
I licked my lips as he unzipped, and then nearly cried out when he let the jeans hang on his hips before crawling back into the bed with me.
“You’re not answering my earlier question,” he said as he settled in between my legs.
I widened them as far as I could to allow him access without thinking, then immediately realized what I was doing and tried to close my legs.
He caught both of my thighs with large hands, and pushed them flat to the bed.
My thighs screamed in protest, but the look in Wolf’s eyes held no mercy.
“Wolf,” I tried to say.
He grinned.
“I’m going to choose since it’s obvious that you can’t,” he said, taking one leg and lifting it up and over his head until my legs were closed.