Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
He stepped closer, slipping one hand around the back of my neck as the kiss ramped up, became urgent and grinding, devouring and mauling, like he wanted to eat me. Not that I cared. I was his for the taking, whatever he wanted, ready to yield.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, surrendering my weight, leaning as he dipped his other hand to the small of my back and pressed me against him, rubbing, pushing, parting my legs with his thigh as I tried to stay standing.
The kiss made me dizzy, but I gave as good as I got, needing to sate my curiosity, to see what it felt like to have Mac’s mouth on mine, his tongue exploring, teeth nibbling, and hands, now, on my ass, squeezing.
“Fuck,” he snarled, breaking the sublime, euphoric connection, the drugging kiss ending as he pulled away.
I was lost, staring at him, watching him pant, seeing how swollen his lips were, how red, noting the clenched fists and the slight tremble to his broad shoulders.
He took a steadying breath. “I forgot you were hurt for a second and—when I clutched at ya, did it hurt?”
“What?”
“I don’t wanna accidentally—”
“You didn’t hurt me,” I snapped at him, and then took a breath, my voice softening. “Come kiss me again.”
Instant scowl, and he looked so disgruntled, I smiled. I couldn’t help it.
“Kiss you again? That’s all you have to say?”
I chuckled and gestured him to me. “C’mere.”
Arms crossed now. “I will not,” he said, sounding belligerent, petulant, and really, it was adorable. How had I missed the man being adorable?
“Please,” I coaxed.
“You’re hurt, and I’m tryin’ to be careful and—I should throttle you.”
“What?” I took a step toward him.
He lifted his hand to keep me away. “We’re gonna get something straight first.”
“I don’t—”
“You’re not a top.”
Oh. But I had to be. Didn’t I?
“God, look at your face and your big, dark, beautiful blue… Fuck, Glenn,” he groaned, then pounced, gathering me to him in a rush. He tipped my head back and laid a kiss on me that I felt from head to toe and all parts in between. I would have melted against him, but he let me go and stepped back again.
“You can’t kiss me like that and then pull away,” I told him once I could breathe again. “It’s not fair.”
“Yeah, I—I just don’t wanna hurt you, but I want you so bad and—fuck.”
I looked at the man, and he was a study in restraint. His hands were clenched at his sides, his breath was catching, and his eyes were fixed on me like I was prey.
“I really am okay,” I promised him. “Now come here.”
Deliberately, he stepped back in close, and his tongue mated with mine as he tangled a hand in my hair, holding tight as he used his other to get into my jeans. He worked at it slowly, gently, the belt surrendering easily, the snap next, the zipper making a quick sound before he wrapped one scarred, strong, beat-up hand around my cock and pulled.
I nearly made a wet mess right there as I bucked into his grip, but I held on, squirming, hands in his hair as he stroked me firmly but gently. I needed to be closer to him and so tugged on his T-shirt, wanting it off.
“Jesus, Glenn,” he rasped, pulling free, only to grab my bicep and haul me over to his bunk. I took a seat and looked up at him, waiting.
He squatted in front of me and gingerly picked up one foot, pulled off my boot, and then repeated the motion with the other.
“I need you to slide them jeans to your thighs for me because I don’t wanna hurt nothin’ by pullin’ ’em off.”
I did as told, and he grabbed the bottom of each leg of my jeans and shucked them down and off fast.
“You see this?” he said, gesturing at me. “You…waiting, looking up at me with those pretty eyes of yours, ready to take direction… This should clue you in.”
I was lost, but I had to touch him. That was the most important thing. “Please get naked. I wanna see all of you.”
I would have thought he was a stripper, the way he took off his T-shirt, reaching down his sides, sliding it up and slowly off, letting me see the hard, flat planes of his stomach, the wide, carved pectorals with dark-brown nipples, the sexy angles of his collarbone and his chiseled arms and massive shoulders. He was built powerful and strong, and I wanted him all over me.
His cock was erect under his sleep shorts, tenting the soft cotton, making a wet spot, and before he could do as I asked and divest himself of every stitch of clothing, I leaned forward and pulled at the drawstring. The shorts dropped to his hips, holding there for a second before falling to his cock, caught on his long, thick length like they’d been hung up on the end of a club.