Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
But he walked into the building with swagger, with purpose, then snapped that padlock like it was nothing.
I wanted to climb him like a damn tree.
Then he was pulling up the door, reminding me that he’d needed to cut that lock because someone had taken mine off and replaced it with their own.
I wasn’t surprised to find that when the door opened, all of those garage totes were missing.
“I’m guessing there was more in here than that,” Santo said, flicking on the light, then waving toward the couple of boxes in the back corner where I’d placed the boxes of junk from my car.
“There were several garage totes. Maybe three or four of them.”
“And you have no idea what was in them?” he asked.
“Not a clue,” I admitted. “I should have come back sooner,” I grumbled, sighing hard.
“Don’t blame yourself,” he said, dropping the bolt cutters onto one of the shelves. “You weren’t being paranoid. You were attacked.”
The bruise on my butt had been a daily reminder, all purple and blue. Then green and yellow. Until, finally, it faded away.
“I could have had an employee go with me, though,” I said, glancing out into the hallway, but it was just darkness.
“Hey,” Santo said. He was in front of me, his hand gently lifting my chin, forcing me to face him. “It’s not your fault that someone took advantage of the weak security around here.”
“I know,” I agreed, wondering if Santo heard just how breathless my voice sounded then.
He was so close, overwhelming my senses with his scent, his heat, his touch, and that gooey look in his eyes.
His thumb shifted, tracing my lower lip.
There was no stopping the shiver that worked its way up my spine and through me.
Feeling it, Santo’s eyes went molten, the intention in them clear just a second before his head dipped and his lips claimed mine.
A throaty sound escaped me as my hands reached out, sliding up his arms. His hands moved to frame my face as he pressed deeper, as his kiss demanded more.
I was all too happy to give, my lips responding in kind, taking, giving, asking for more.
Santo’s tongue traced the seam of my lips, waiting for mine to fall open on a soft sigh before moving inside, teasing over my tongue, making another full-body shiver rack my system.
A rumbling sound moved through Santo’s chest and vibrated into my own.
My arms went around his neck, pulling him closer, our bodies pressing close as his teeth nipped my lower lip, dragging a moan out of me.
His hands slid from my face then, slipping down the sides of my neck, my arms, my ribs, then slipping around to sink into my butt, dragging me more firmly against him.
There was no mistaking his desire then, his hard length straining against his pants, pressing into my belly.
I was helpless to stop the little whimper that escaped me at feeling it, my mind already imagining him slipping inside me, filling me fully.
Santo’s fingers sank in hard, squeezing, slipping under my skirt to touch me some more.
Suddenly, his hand left me, reaching out to the side and dragging the garage door partially down, the sound making me wince in the quiet space.
Before I could know his intention, though, he was pressing me back against the wall, then lowering down to his knees.
Need coiled in my core, making my breathing trip faster, making my heart cartwheel in my chest.
Santo looked up at me, hunger in his eyes, a devilish little smirk toying with his lips for just a second before he disappeared under my skirt.
Somehow, not being able to see him only made it hotter when I felt his teeth sink into my upper thigh, then trace the bite with his tongue, kiss away the sting with his lips.
I was dripping, aching, shaky with my need by the time his hand yanked my panties to the side, exposing me to his greedy mouth as he sucked my clit into his mouth.
The pleasure was so acute, it was almost pain as he just kept sucking in little strobes, making my hips rock against him, my little whimpers getting louder and more needy with each passing second.
Then his tongue was working me in relentless circles, making my thighs feel shaky.
Santo reached for my knee, lifting it, and coaxing my leg over his shoulder, opening me to him more.
Those same fingers teased under my thigh, then two of them slipped inside of me.
A long, choked moan escaped me at the welcome fullness.
Reaching down, I yanked my skirt out of the way, wanting to watch him as he feasted on me, as he worked me, his hair teasing my thighs in the way I’d already fantasized about a dozen times.
My hips rocked, silently demanding more as he drove me up, up, up, as the need coiled tighter and tighter inside.