Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“Don’t. Just follow my lead.” He twirled her out, stopped her, brought her back in. He sent her away from him and toward him, then pulled her close and moved his hips against her body. “You don’t need to know anything. Give yourself to me.”
Her knees nearly buckled. Gladly. She loved being moved through space by his confident guidance. She let go of her desire to get it right and trusted in his ability to lead. It was too fast for her to think, even if she’d tried.
He looked even more devastatingly handsome on the dance floor. He had a relaxed demeanor, his upper body appearing at ease as his feet moved swiftly beneath him. Even his face, usually set in such stony lines, relaxed, that hint of amusement in his gaze. Her panties were wet with arousal and for some reason, she had a feeling he knew it.
They danced for three songs, until she grew lightheaded with exhilaration. Then he leaned his head down toward her ear, making every nerve in her body alert with possibility. “We should go,” he said, his breath hot in her ear.
Guilt stabbed her conscience. She shouldn’t be enjoying herself while Melissa’s life was in danger. She nodded and he led her to their table, where he dropped several twenties.
“I’ll be right back,” he said. He started to walk away, then turned back. “You may not dance with anyone else,” he said.
She raised her eyebrows, secretly pleased with his possessiveness, but not wanting to show it. “And what if I do?”
Leaning forward so no one would hear, he said, “I will take my belt to that beautiful ass again.”
Her tummy flipped and her eyes shot to his face, trying to determine whether he was serious. His lips had a slight upward angle to them, a smirk of sorts, which probably meant he was serious but would enjoy it.
Why did that excite her so much? It really shouldn’t. Something was definitely off with her. Instead of making her feel weak or cowed, his dominance and possessiveness thrilled her. She relished his attention. If only she could figure out how to lift the darkness that plagued him and crack his stony exterior.
He walked toward the stage and said something to the wolf who had promised to help trace her calls. When he returned, he took her hand—as if he was her boyfriend, not her boss—and led her out to the car. Except he didn’t open the door for her.
Instead, he shoved her up against the body of the car, pressing his cock against her back, wrapping a fist in her hair. And then, he did… nothing. He appeared to be frozen in indecision.
“Grandmother… what a big… cock you have,” she said, hoping to encourage him.
For a long moment he said nothing, his muscles as hard and tense as steel, pressing against her body, his breath a whisper at her neck. “All the better to fuck you with,” he rasped after an eternity. He spun her around and started to yank her t-shirt off.
She held her arms against her sides to prevent it. She wanted him, but not in public, against the car. “Ben,” she protested, struggling against him.
The shock in her tone seemed to change his eye color from gold back to green. He released her and jerked back, creating space between their bodies. Swearing softly, he stabbed his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. He walked to his side of the car, and she felt the loss of his proximity in every cell of her body.
6
For the second time that night, he checked them into a low-budget motel, and purchased toothbrushes and toothpaste from the reception desk.
After the past twenty-four hours of anxiety and fear, she should want only to crawl in bed and crash, but that was the last thing on her mind. She wanted Ben. Her body was on fire, and he just might be able to distract her from her worry over Melissa. She knew he desired her. She’d seen the hunger in his eyes, felt the tremble in his hands when she touched him.
I’m losing control, he had said.
She wanted to be the subject of that loss of control. She wanted to drown in those intense green eyes, see the flash of yellow when his animal side came out. She wanted him to hold her down and have his savage way with her—whatever way that may be.
She brushed her teeth in the bathroom and removed her skirt, hoping she made an alluring sight in the tight t-shirt and panties. She brushed her hair and applied lip gloss and she walked out of the bathroom with intention.
Ben was sitting on the edge of the bed and he did a double-take when he caught sight of her, but as usual, showed no emotion on his face. He stared as she walked to him and stepped between his legs, placing her panty-clad pussy right in his view.