Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
I rub thoughtfully at my beard as I give her an understanding nod. “I can see where you’re coming from.” I step into her, and she moves back. I cross the threshold and reverse her into her foyer, shutting the door behind me. “But I disagree on the promise thing.”
Her eyes shimmer with curiosity as she cocks her head. “I don’t recall any promises.”
I shake my head slowly, disappointment evident in my tone as I move in closer. “Come on, Brienne. There was an implied promise.” I dip even closer, my voice husky with seduction. “A promise that I’d make you feel good. That I’d blind you with lust. That I’d shred you. Don’t tell me you don’t want me to fulfill it.”
She takes in a shaky breath. “I’m not a liar, so I can’t say I don’t want it. But I don’t need it. And neither do you.”
I straighten slightly, frowning at her. “Cryptic much?”
Brienne tosses her hand in a careless wave. “You should be spending time with your teammates. Besides… this was going to end, anyway.”
“No,” I say darkly, reaching out to touch a lock of her silvery hair. “It wasn’t. It was going to change because my boys are coming home, but it wasn’t going to end. We’ll work around it.”
“It’s not a good idea to—”
My hands go to her shoulders and my mouth slams down on hers. Just to get her to shut up.
She melts into me, and I slide one hand to her nape and the other skims her belly before inching down into her loose pants. She trembles as my fingertips flirt with the edge of her panties. I break the kiss and stare down at her, but her eyes lock on my chest, as if she’s afraid to meet my gaze.
“Do you want me to leave?” I ask softly.
“Yes,” she breathes out, still refusing to look at me, but I hear the lie in her voice.
Chuckling, I slip my hand all the way into her panties and cup her pussy. “I don’t think you do.”
Hips flexing involuntarily, she tries to press into my touch. I don’t deny her, rubbing my finger through the wet folds, barely grazing her clit. “You want me here,” I say triumphantly.
Tipping her head back, the hazy fog of lust clears, and a glint of determination takes root.
I don’t like it.
“My body clearly wants you, but my brain doesn’t.” Her words are sharp, meant to scrape some control back for herself.
Part of me loves that response because she only mentions her brain and her body, not her heart. I don’t want that useless organ involved.
But another part of me hates that she’s using her brain, because stacked against mine, I’m way outmatched.
The most I can hope for is that I’m able to strip the common sense away by appealing to her body. I push a finger into her, gritting my teeth over how fucking warm and tight she is. Her muscles contract around my invasion, and my cock presses painfully against my zipper in a very pronounced desire to feel all that wet heat.
“Drake,” she gasps, her hands coming up to clutch at my dress shirt. I’m still wearing my suit, which is required on game day, minus the jacket and tie I left in the car. “This isn’t a good idea.”
I pump my finger in and out slowly, pressing my lips to her temple. “It’s the best fucking idea either of us has had all day, and you know it. You couldn’t deny it if you tried, because I can feel right now just how much you want this.”
She groans, grips my shirt hard, and her forehead falls onto my chest. A moment of tenderness hits me that she’s unable to fight it, because Brienne’s the type of woman who can do anything she sets her mind to. It makes me feel powerful to know she can’t resist what I’m doing to her, but I also know this comes at a cost to her pride.
I grip the back of her neck, dip down, and kiss the top of her head. “Don’t beat yourself up. I’m not giving you much choice here.”
Head snapping back, she doesn’t try to pull away but simply glares. “If I didn’t want you, you would never have me. I always have a choice, no matter what your magic finger might be doing to me right now.”
It’s a risk, admittedly, but I need Brienne to own up to her desire winning out over practicality and professionalism. Slowly, I withdraw from her panties and step back. Her hands fall away from my chest.
“Magic finger is gone.” I lift it to my mouth and lick her essence away with relish. She groans and closes her eyes against the sight. “Now tell me to leave.”
Breath frozen in my chest, I wait for her to decide. If she tells me to leave, not sure I can obey her. I’d try to convince her again because I want her too bad.