Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“Only good? Are you trying to manage my expectations?” I tease as I accept the plate. I take a bite of the spaghetti, my mouth filling with the thick, chunky tomato sauce and perfect blend of flavors. I let out a groan.
“As you’ll soon learn, I overdeliver. Every. Single. Time.” The heated look in his eyes causes a fresh round of moisture to leak between my thighs. My nipples pebble against the cotton material.
I swallow the bite of my food. I don’t want to kill the mood, but I have to know. Hell, I should have asked it before he was finger-fucking me against the bathroom door. But I was a little preoccupied in that moment. “You don’t have a girl around here, do you?”
He frowns as he twirls a bite of his spaghetti onto his fork. “You think I’d do that to you? Fuck you senseless when I got a woman waiting for me back at my cabin?”
I shake my head. I know he’s not that man. “What I meant was…have you dated a lot of women here?” Amos is one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen and that mountain man thing of his definitely works. I can’t imagine he hasn’t had some opportunities up here in Mount Bliss.
He scowls at me. “I haven’t laid a finger on anybody since you pushed yourself up against me and kissed me, woman.”
My eyes go wide as I realize what he’s saying. “You mean, in four years—you haven’t?”
The slight lift to his mouth tells me he’s amused with the way I keep fumbling this conversation. “Not once. Been too damn horny for you.”
I drop my gaze to my plate, feeling a rush of embarrassment. “Well, that’s good. I guess your expectations will be pretty low, right? Because I’ve never gone all the way. I mean, I’ve done some stuff with past boyfriends, just like—”
The sound of a plate clattering stops me.
Amos is suddenly in front of me. He tips my face up and kisses me. This kiss is different from the one earlier. This one is hard and unyielding, more like he’s trying to possess me and brand me as his.
He only breaks the kiss when I’m panting and desperate for him. He puts his forehead against mine. “You know what I did for a living before this. I don’t need to know the details because the thought of another man getting to watch you come, hell honey. That would unleash the monster in me.”
My heart is pounding, partly from the kiss and partly from nerves. I don’t want him to think I’m silly or naïve. I want him to see me as a woman. But he has to know this. I need him to understand it. “I never went all the way with anyone because every time, I’d think about you. It’s always been you, the one I wanted between my thighs. The one I wanted to make me cry out.”
He pulls away from me and I risk opening my eyes, bracing myself for what I might see in his gaze. But there’s only lust, raw and animalistic. He looks like a mighty lion right before it pounces.
Then he’s scooping me into his arms, carrying me into the bedroom as our food is forgotten. That’s because it’s time for the real feast.
He sets me on the bed, letting me slide down his big, strong body. A body I can’t wait to know intimately. I grind against his hardness where our hips meet, and he makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat. It’s comforting, that he wants me as much as I want him.
I land in the pile of blankets that smell like him. It’s a mixture of leather and Kentucky bourbon, the kind of scent a girl could get addicted to.
“They’re clean,” he says as if what I’m thinking about right now is the cleanliness of his place. “I stay here occasionally when it’s too late to make it back to my cabin.”
“Don’t care.” I peel the towel from my body. I love my curves. I’ve always rocked them, even when I was in high school. But I’m not sure how Amos is going to respond to seeing them.
He cups his cock through his jeans, the single motion erasing my uncertainty. “Fuck, woman. You better be damn glad I never knew those curves were waiting for me. I’d have fucked you right there at your graduation.”
My body is hot all over, my skin too tight. I’ve never felt this way, never wanted a man so badly I was physically aching. “I would have liked that.”
“Lean back and spread those legs. I want to see this pussy I’ve been dreaming about for years.” He’s still towering over me, looking down at my body through a hooded gaze.
I do as he instructs, liking the way it makes me feel naughty to expose myself to him. All of my secrets are laid bare as I stretch out, my wetness and arousal clearly evident to both of us.