Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
"No," I lie, burying my face in his throat and inhaling deeply.
"You sound awake to me," he says with a chuckle.
"You're dreaming."
"I'm not the one sleeping," he reminds me.
Oh. Right.
I nuzzle my face into him, ignoring his point. "You smell good."
"I do?"
"Mmhmm. Like sin."
His body vibrates, laughter rumbling deep in his chest.
Heat unfurls inside of me at the sound, desire blooming as sleepiness evaporates. I stick the tip of my tongue out, tasting his skin where his pulse thrums. His laughter ends abruptly, cut off by a low groan. The sexy sound makes me bolder. I shift in his arms and rake my teeth across his throat.
His hands tighten on me as if he's going to stop me, but I don't want him to put an end to this. I don't want to talk about what happens next or think about what's coming now that the police have my song. I just want him. So I don't let him stop me. Instead, I straddle his lap, exploring him with my lips and tongue.
I bite down, sucking at his skin as my hands rove down his chest. He's solid, firm everywhere. I delve my hands beneath the fabric of his shirt, flattening my palms against his stomach. His body is warm, his abs perfectly defined. Shifting, I kiss my way across his jaw, feeling the stubble scratching against my lips.
"Fuck," he grunts when I bite down on his lip, pulling it into my mouth. His hands dig into my ass, grinding me against his erection. "You want to play?"
I dig my nails lightly into his abs and scratch instead of responding.
A groan rumbles against my lips, a warning, I think.
I don't heed it, instead biting his lip again. I want him wild, as crazy as he makes me.
He gets the point. Faster than I can process, he rips control away from me, taking it like I never had it at all. His lips crash against mine as he bucks upward. I land on my back with him over me, his hands like vises on my wrists, holding me still as he takes what he wants from me. He kisses me hard, unleashing all of that pent-up lust on me.
It's fucking glorious.
"Told you," he pants, moving down my chest where he bites my nipple through my shirt, "I'm in control, kitten. You can't dominate me. I'm not submissive. You take what I give you, not the other way around."
"Cam," I groan, his words hitting me like a wrecking ball. I want that…all of him unleashed on me. "Please."
He bites my other nipple, just hard enough to make it hurt. The pain quickly morphs to pleasure, causing a flood of wetness to pool between my thighs. My clit pulses, aching for him. I cry out, writhing beneath him.
"You like that, don't you?" he asks, almost as if he's surprised by how much I like it when he's rough with me. He rises up over me, those gray eyes locked on my face. "Tell me what you want."
I don't hesitate to give him what he wants…what we both want. "I want you to take what's yours, Cam," I tell him, holding his gaze, letting him see how much I mean what I'm saying. "I want all of you. Don't hold back."
I push upward, my lips seeking his to seal my words and the promise they contain. He grants my request, covering my mouth with his. Our tongues twine together, first in his mouth, and then in mine, slow and sweet. He pulls back, skimming his hands up my sides to cover my breasts.
My eyes fall closed, a shiver of pleasure working through me.
He feels it.
"Remember, you asked for it," he murmurs, tugging my t-shirt up. Soft fabric scrapes against hardened flesh before cool air licks like a kiss across my nipples. His palms follow that kiss of air, kneading where it caressed.
I arch into his touch, my body instinctively seeking more of the sensations he sends sparking to life inside of me. They remind me of swimming, of warm water caressing my body in soft eddies and silky rushes.
I grasp his forearms, trying to steady myself.
When his mouth begins to work at my throat―kissing, licking, and biting―I lose track of myself altogether.
He teases me, playing with my nipples as he speaks against my skin, "I'm going to own you, kitten. Every sweet inch."
He slips his hands from my breasts, trailing them down my stomach. My grip on his arms tightens as his fingers delve into my shorts. He strokes his fingertips across my mound but moves no lower.
"Yes," I whisper, my tongue feeling thick and swollen. "Please."
His mouth moves against my throat, a soft, unintelligible sound escaping. "You never have to beg me," he murmurs, turning me in his arms. His stormy gaze tangles momentarily with mine, his expression indecipherable.