Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
"Make it good, Hammer, or I'm going to put you back out in the cold."
His smile is wide, his eyes sparkling with a devious hint of seduction.
He stands to his full height, hands reaching out for my hips, and I take a step back.
"Say one more fucking thing about your weight, Riley, and I'll spank your ass until you're begging me to stop," he growls, only hesitating long enough to speak before lifting me up and urging my legs around his waist.
As if he's been inside my house before, he carries me straight to my bedroom, his erection shifting against my body like a secondary seduction.
His lips trail over my neck, the warmth of his breath on my skin making me crave even more of this man.
Hands grip my ass almost to the point of pain, but there's something arousing in that as well.
When he's standing in front of me, the way his eyes dip down my body, I have no doubt the man desires me. His cock is thick and hot, the warmth of it leaking through the denim of his jeans, making it very clear what he wants.
I have no idea why I always question why a guy would be attracted to me. I wouldn't look at another athletic man and woman with more on her bones than what beauty magazines deem acceptable and judge them, so I have no clue why I can't accept that he might actually be attracted to exactly who I am.
It's not like the guy couldn't get a model-thin woman if he wanted. There are several in town, more than one in our group tonight, who noticed him the second he walked through the door. Thankfully, Sage distracted them while I fought jealousy and battled with my own self-worth.
"This fucking dress hides too much, Riley. I fucking hate it," he growls as he lowers me to the floor at the end of my bed.
I watch, bottom lip clamped between my teeth, as he lowers himself.
"But I'm glad you wore it tonight. Couldn't eat this delicious pussy of yours if Cash had to arrest me for beating some guy's ass for thinking he could flirt with you. What the fuck?"
Laughter bubbles out of my chest when he looks completely confused once he lifts my dress, only to find a thick pair of leggings encasing my legs.
"It's cold outside, Mac. I wasn't going to freeze."
"How many layers are you fucking wearing?" he growls when he pulls the leggings down, only to find a second pair under the first.
"Enough to stay warm. It's freezing outside. Are you disappointed that you have to unwrap me?"
He lifts his eyes to mine as his cool hands roam up my body, fingers hooking into every layer I have around my waist.
"You're not going to hear any complaints from me, baby," he says as he tugs down the remaining leggings and my underwear. "But I want to get to the good part."
"Yeah?" I ask when his head dips down just as he releases my dress, causing it to flutter around him.
His hot, wet tongue slides right up the middle of me, and like he did in his shower, he wraps his arms around my legs, and it's the only thing keeping me on my feet.
"Jesus," I whisper.
"Mac," he corrects with a quick slap to my ass.
I open my mouth to tell him that I'm not really into spanking, but the heat blooming on my skin makes my core clench and take notice.
"That's good to know," he whispers as if he can read my body just by having his tongue in my most intimate spot.
"You know nothin—oh shit," I whimper when a finger joins that slick, talented tongue of his.
"I don't think I've tasted anything better than this," he says almost reverently.
"That's because I burned your house down before you could taste my food."
I freeze when he does, wondering if I just ruined this moment by opening my mouth without thinking.
He pulls back, sliding his head out from under my dress to look up at me. "Did you really just make a joke about the fire?"
"I'm so—what are you doing?!" I scream when he lifts me up and tosses me on the bed.
"You are a breath of fresh air, Riley Wilson."
I smile at him, but it feels awkward on my face. I shouldn't have mentioned the house fire. He hissed about how expensive it was going to be for repairs. Although he was the one who instigated our little foray the other night, I actively participated in it, and that carries some culpability with it.
"Are you done begging?" I whisper when he stands at the end of my bed, just staring down at me.
I don't know where the confidence comes from.
You're the perfect size, Riley. Exactly my fucking type.
But as he stares, I tug at the buttons at the top of my dress, pulling down the cups of my bra to expose my breasts. He was enthralled with them before, and by the look shining in his eyes, tonight is no different.