Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“For someone that has her own ranch, anyone would swear you ain’t seen fresh air before, darlin’.” Maverick chuckles, taking the helmets and putting them on the bike before reaching for my hand.
I’m nervous all of a sudden. Tiny little butterflies flitter around in my belly. It’s been so long since I’ve been with a man, suddenly I don’t know what to do. Will it be awkward? Will I sound terrible in the throes of passion? God, what if my orgasm sounds like a dying cat? Was I a screamer before?
“Breathe, Scarlett,” he murmurs, snapping me from my thoughts. “Stop thinkin’ about everythin’ and just let the universe give you what it needs for one night.”
“The universe has given me a biker and a cabin, I’m not sure I trust those two combinations.” I laugh a little.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he says, squeezing my hand and leaning in close enough that his breath tickles my ear. “I’ll only bite a couple of times.”
I shiver and swallow, turning my head to gaze into his eyes. God. He’s perfection. Fucking terrifying perfection. “Okay,” I whisper.
His gaze grows hungry and he tugs me towards the cabin. I don’t take in a lot as we’re walking in because my mind is spinning with all the possibilities that tonight holds. What will he do to me? How will it make me feel? Dammit, I probably shouldn’t be here but hell if I have the strength to stop it now. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
It’s about time I did something for me.
The cabin is open plan, so everything is in one, big room. A fire place crackles to the left and a bed is situated in front of it. There is a small but gorgeous white timber kitchen, a living area, a table and chairs, and then two rooms off to the right where I’m assuming the bathroom is. Big windows line one wall with double glass doors in the middle that lead out the back of the cabin, no doubt into a gorgeous yard. I make a note to have a look in the morning.
Maverick leads me towards the bed, and suddenly, my heart is in my throat and I’m struggling to remember how to breathe. When we reach the bed, I can feel the warmth of the fire tickle over my skin. “What do you want to do first? Shower, or fuck, or both at the same time?”
His voice is low and husky in my ear, and I tremble at the sound. I turn toward him, tipping my head back and looking into his eyes. I’ve been singing all night, so I want to shower, and I want to do it with him. The idea of being in the shower with him, our bodies pressed together, those big hands roaming all over me, has every fantasy in my mind coming to life.
“Shower, together,” I breathe, biting my bottom lip.
“Bite that lip again and we won’t make it that far,” he growls.
I swallow and he wastes no time leading me to the second door in the cabin that opens up into a big, beautiful shower room with a deep bath and a massive double person shower. Wow. I gaze around but quickly lose my focus when Maverick drops his jacket to the ground and grabs the hem of his tee, pulling it up and over his head. Then he’s standing before me in nothing but a pair of jeans, a belt, and nothing else. My eyes travel the length of him, and fire erupts between my legs. His body is perfection, which I already knew, but I don’t think I could ever tire of seeing how utterly incredible and powerful he is.
I reach for the zip of my dress, and Maverick’s eyes swing to me, lusty and intense. “Do not open that dress, sweetheart. When your clothes come off, it’s by my hand and my hand only.”
I tremble, nod, and drop my hands. He steps forward, catching me around the waist and pulling me against him, then he dips his head and kisses me, slowly at first, just a graze of the lips, a touch of the tongues, and then he tips his head just a little to the side and makes the kiss deeper, bringing my body closer, crushing my mouth with his. I moan and reach up, tangling my fingers in his thick hair and pulling, as if somehow I can get him closer, deeper.
His hand glides down my back and when he reaches my ass, he cups it and rocks me against him. His strength takes me by surprise as he lifts me off the ground a little, giving me just enough height to rub against his cock, which is now hard inside his jeans. I need more, and with a desperate mewl, I start scratching at his back, running my fingernails down the skin, reaching his ass also and curling my fingers around one cheek. God damn, the man even has a perfect ass.