Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 143779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 719(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 719(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
Noelle’s arms wound around his neck. “I’ve been carried around a lot. No one ever made it feel sexy.”
He started to close the door and heard a decisive click. Kyle was being an ass, reminding him he hadn’t locked the door on his side. He clicked the lock closed and started for her bed. It was covered in a fluffy white comforter that she’d thrown back when she’d gotten up.
“Carrying you around should always be sexy. You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he replied as he set her on the bed. He wanted to see more of her. “Give me that shirt and let me see your breasts. The rest of you is fucking perfect. I want to see every inch of you.”
She’d responded beautifully. Like she’d been made for him.
He could still taste her on his lips. He might go to his grave remembering how she’d tightened around him, how she’d come all over his tongue.
She’d liked it—all of it. She might only be starting to explore the lifestyle, but he would bet she’d found a bit of subspace in having him take control. Her job was all about her mighty brain. He would bet she forgot she had a body, too—a body with needs that he intended to take care of.
She pulled the T-shirt she’d been wearing over her head and tossed it aside. “Do I get to see you, Sir?” She frowned. “Do you like Sir?”
He wasn’t going to talk about protocol right now. He moved in and kissed her again. “I like you. Tonight you can call me anything you like.” Tomorrow they could talk about a contract. They could talk about him taking over her training and everything that would come with it.
When he thought about it, taking Noelle as a sub would make it easier to keep track of her. Yeah, that’s what he’d tell the guys. What he’d tell her was the truth—that he was crazy about her.
He stepped back and decided to give her what she wanted. He tugged his shirt off and was really glad he hadn’t given up his workout routine. His abs were one good thing that had come out of his time with McDonald. He stared at her for a moment, taking her in. “You’re fucking perfect.”
“And you are blind, but I’m okay with it. You know I’m never this comfortable with a guy. It’s weird, but I knew these scars wouldn’t scare you off.”
She had a few scars on her lower back and a couple on her legs. They showed how serious that accident had been, but he wasn’t a man who worshipped perfection. She was beautifully Noelle, and the scar across her shoulder didn’t detract from that. He reached out and touched it, brushing his fingers over the line that went from her shoulder blade to right above her breast. “Was this part of the accident, too?”
She nodded, her eyes on him. “The car flipped and there was jagged metal where I pulled myself out. It’s the one that bugs me most.”
Because it was the one she had to see in the mirror every day. He had one of those, too. He took her hand in his and brought it to the left side of his body, below his ribs. “This is the one I have to look at every day. It was a knife wound.”
“From that woman who took you?”
Her fingers moved over that ancient scar, and he had to bite back a groan. He wasn’t sure what magic this woman worked on him, but when she touched him his body came to life in a way it never had before. “No. She was actually excellent about not leaving scars. She had other methods of punishment for me. No. This is from when I was on the streets. I was sleeping in an alleyway and woke up to a guy with serious problems trying to gut me. I still dream about it from time to time, but I don’t wake up fighting or anything. You’re safe to sleep with me.”
That time seemed so long ago. A complete lifetime. He wasn’t alone now. He had a family, though they didn’t share blood. It struck him how far he was from that lonely, scared boy. He was in a warm place now, and it was made infinitely warmer by her.
“Take off my jeans.” He wanted to be skin to skin with her, wanted to get in that bed and mold his body to hers, wanted to sleep wrapped around her.
But first he wanted to know what it was like to be deep inside her.
She moved to the end of the bed, seated in front of him, and her head tilted up as she undid the fly of his jeans.
She licked her lips, but he wasn’t sure he could handle that. He would come far too soon, and he couldn’t wait another moment to fuck her. They had days and days to play. He would take her to Sanctum and start her training. He would let her explore everything, but tonight he had to have her.