Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“Pardon?”
“About six months ago, I got out of a relationship.”
My hands ball into fists. Fuck me, the irrational anger at hearing she was with someone before I even knew she existed is absolutely ridiculous.
“All right.” I wait for her to go on, and she fidgets as she looks around.
“Umm… you gave me your number, and I wasn’t going to call, because I promised myself I wouldn’t date another man for a year.” Her cheeks get even darker. “Not that I’m saying you want to date me. I mean, you don’t even know me enough to want to date me. I just mean—”
“I get it,” I cut her off.
“Right,” she whispers. “I… Well, I talked to my cousin, April—who is a little wild… or she was wild. She’s married now with a baby and totally domesticated.”
“Babe.” Fuck, why do I get the feeling she’s about to piss me off, but I’m still gonna find her adorable?
“Sorry.” She shifts from one foot to the other. “My cousin April told me that if I sleep with you and considered it a vacation fling, I wouldn’t be breaking my promise to myself. So, I messaged you, and then you spent the day with me on the beach. Which was great. And then we went out with your friends. Which was also great. And now, tomorrow, you want to go with me, and I want that. But I also want you to know I don’t want a relationship.” She shakes her head. “Not that you asked for that. I just needed to tell you that, so you know it’s not something I’m looking for.”
I should be thrilled. Fuck, any other man in their right mind would be jumping for joy at the idea of fucking her without any strings. Instead, I’m a mixture of turned on and pissed off that I got her alone with a bed at my disposal, as she’s talking about only fucking me temporarily while she’s on vacation.
“Get undressed,” I bite out, keeping my expression neutral as my hands fall to my sides.
“Wait… What?”
“You wanna fuck, right?” I take a step toward her, and she takes one back.
“I....”
“I’ve wanted to fuck you since I saw you on the plane.” I let my gaze wander over her as she backs away from me. “That tight skirt, those heels, with your hair all tied up in a fancy knot, looking so prim and proper.” I meet her gaze. “I wanted to see you messy and wet, begging me to fuck you harder.”
“Oh my god,” she breathes, backing into the closed sliding glass doors that overlook the ocean. With nowhere to go, I step into her space and wrap my hand around her waist, feeling her smooth, warm skin under my palm. “Walker?”
“I like the sound of my name coming out of your pretty mouth.” I take advantage and cup her jaw with my free hand, dragging my thumb across her plump bottom lip. My other slowly moves up her waist as I listen to her breath catch when the tips of my fingers come in contact with her nipple, which is hard and pressing through the material of her bra and thin top.
“Oh God.” Her eyes slide closed, and her hands latch onto my biceps.
“Look at me, Hanna,” I clip out, and her eyes spring open. “Do you want to change your mind?”
She makes a sound like a whimper in the back of her throat as her gaze holds mine hostage, and her chest heaves. I’m torn, part of me wanting nothing more than to take advantage of the opportunity she’s presented me with, the other half hoping she’ll put a stop to this and take back everything she just said.
“No.” The word is whispered and breathy, and as soon as it leaves her mouth, she presses up on her toes, and I duck my head and kiss her.
It’s not sweet or soft; it’s filled with anger, desire, and desperation. She opens for me immediately, and our tongues tangle together, my hands taking advantage, one cupping the back of her head, gripping her hair, while the other roams her soft body, her fingers digging into my skin through my shirt.
She gasps when my mouth leaves hers, my teeth grazing her throat over her pulse that is fluttering wildly, to the tops of her breasts.
“Get this out of my way before I rip it off you.” I nip the top of her breast, and when her half-mast eyes meet mine for a second, I’m almost positive she’s going to change her mind.
She doesn’t. Instead, she lets me go and shakily takes off her top, leaving her in a bra that is so thin it’s see-through allowing me to see her dark nipples through the shear material.
My cock pulses behind my zipper, begging me to set it free, and she glances down between us, licking her lips.