Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 76246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
The rumble and vibration of the engine had me drifting off to sleep before we were a mile down the street. I didn’t wake up again until Maddox nudged my shoulder as he pulled into his neighborhood. “Wake up, baby. We’re almost there.”
After he pulled into the garage, he gave me a quick tour of the place. It wasn’t at all what I expected for a bachelor pad. The two-story house was in a small subdivision near Red Rock Canyon, about twenty-five minutes away from the Strip. It had a nice sized yard in back and was decorated in mostly blues and greys, with hardwood floors and touches of chrome. It had a masculine vibe, but it was so well put together that it was obvious he’d put a lot of time and thought into it. “Your home is gorgeous.”
“You like it?” His eyes gleamed with pleasure.
It felt like my opinion about his place really mattered to him, which made butterflies swirl in my belly. “Yeah.”
“Good, that’ll make things easier. If you’d hated the place, I would’ve had to call my realtor so we could go house hunting tomorrow instead of just having the movers bring your stuff over.”
My head jerked back in surprise. “Realtor? Movers? I feel like I missed something here.”
“I’m going to move you in with me tomorrow. I’d do it tonight, but you wore me the fuck out.” He grinned before bending his head to brush his lips against mine and then added, “And I’ve already got you here, so it’s not like one night will make much of a difference.”
Was that why he was worried about me liking his house? Because he wanted me to move in with him? Tomorrow?!
“Do you even hear what you’re saying?” I paced over to the French doors looking out on his back yard and stared at the incredible view of Red Rock Canyon in the distance. “You shouldn’t be thinking about how you’re okay waiting one night before I move in when it’s the very same day that we met!”
“I know exactly what I’m saying.” He prowled over to stand behind me, wrapping his arms around my body and resting his head on the top of mine. “Did you already forget the part where I told you that you’re mine and you agreed? Because I’m more than willing to demonstrate that fact again if you need me to.”
I tilted my head to the side, giving serious consideration to his offer even though I was a little disturbed by the lightning speed at which he was moving. But I didn’t think any hot-blooded woman would blame me because of all that was Maddox Holt. The tattooed, sexy, bad boy on the outside who was also an artistic genius and owned a successful business. Had a beautiful home. Was unafraid of commitment. And gave mind-blowing orgasms.
However, just because he seemed to be the perfect man—at least for me—didn’t mean that I should jump into living together less than twenty-four hours after we met. Or let him distract me from what we were talking about. No matter how tempted I was. “I don’t need a demonstration. Not when I’m a little sore from...um...you know.”
He pulled my hair back from my ear and brushed his lips against it as his other hand moved up to cup my breast. “From when I busted your cherry with my big, fat cock?”
“Uh huh,” I breathed as I shivered.
“The ache you’re feeling in your tight, little pussy should serve as a reminder that you’re mine since there was no going back after you let me inside you.” His hand slipped down to cup me, and I let out a little whimper. “And part of being mine is living with me.”
He was making it oh-so hard for me to disagree, but I still managed to moan, “No.”
“What if I double dog dared you to do it?”
I turned in his arms and stared up into his gorgeous blue eyes as I explained, “Sorry. Nice try, but it doesn’t work that way. I’m only required to accept double dog dares from my sisters.”
6
Maddox
“Is that so?” I pressed another kiss to the soft skin of Ariel’s exposed neck. My lips tipped up when she shivered again. I was tempted to convince her by making her scream the right answer over and over, but I wanted a more binding agreement than coercing a yes during sex. And, I was doing my best to remind my depraved, lust-ruled devil inside me that she was sore and needed a break. Even though I couldn’t really blame him for being eager for another round of what I was sure was the best sex anyone had ever had.
“Yes,” Ariel said in a shaky voice. I could tell that her conviction was wavering, but I decided to hedge my bets. I wasn’t one hundred percent certain my plan would work, but I was more confident than not. Belle had seemed to be on board with my relationship with her sister, and I knew all about her whirlwind romance with Griffith.