Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
He was still for a while, not knowing what to do other than leave me there. “Alright.” He rose to his feet and pulled his body away from mine. He didn’t look at me again before he walked out of the nearly deserted bar and through the front doors.
I stayed in my chair and felt so empty inside once he was gone. I was back to my usual existence, feeling numb and empty. Nothing excited me; everything was normal. He was the only thing that kicked me into gear, that made all my nerves tingle with electricity. That man was the only one who could bring me to life anymore. He was a spectrum of color in a sea of gray.
I turned back to the door when I knew he was gone, but an impulse overtook me, a desperation so profound that I stopped thinking about the consequences, the morality of the situation. I just wanted what I wanted…unapologetically.
I left my seat and ran after him.
I’d probably waited too long, sat in the chair and did nothing when I should have taken action. He was a fast walker, and I had no idea where he’d parked. I could call, but that somehow felt shameful. I left the bar and emerged onto the sidewalk. I looked to the right first but saw nobody. There were only a few cars on the street, but none of them was his truck. Then I turned to the left.
He stood there with his hands in his pockets, regarding me with fierce coldness. Six foot three of all man, he carried himself like a king, with a strong back and shoulders so heavy only a powerful man could carry them. “Took you long enough.”
His arrogance was infuriating, but in that moment, I didn’t care. I ran to him in my heels, jumping up into his arms because I knew he would catch me. I hit his chest like a car crashing into a concrete wall, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. My lips crushed against his, and I felt a surge of joy flush through me. It was everything I wanted in a kiss—lust, trust, and a fierce passion. I knew I would never find it anywhere else, and I should just enjoy it before it was gone. Between our kisses, I spoke. “You asshole…”
My heart was beating so wildly, I thought it would explode out of my chest and onto the floor. It was the feeling I’d had as a teenager, being so nervous to kiss a boy, to do things that were forbidden because I was too young. But I felt those sensations a million times stronger with this man.
He stood in front of me at the foot of my bed, his hand snaking up my back to the zipper at the center of my spine. When his fingers grasped it, he pulled down slowly, going over my ass until he reached the very bottom. Instead of kissing me, he chose to stare at me, making the arousal much more intense. He wasn’t afraid of eye contact, whether it was a sign of aggression or intimacy. When my dress was loose, he pushed the straps over my shoulders and allowed gravity to do the rest.
It fell off my body into a pile around my ankles. So I wouldn’t trip, I pushed it aside, and now I was nearly naked but somehow completely comfortable. My tits were pointed because of the nerves and excitement, and my tummy was tight because I wanted to look as sexy as possible.
He’d been in my presence when I was naked before, but he’d never looked. But now that he’d been explicitly invited, his eyes slid along to my neck, to my chest, and went all the way down to my thighs. And then the sexiest moan came from his throat, a moan only a real man knew how to make. He didn’t have to tell me he thought I was beautiful, didn’t need to describe what he was about to do me. That little noise was more than enough to explain every single thought inside his brain. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head.
I’d seen him shirtless before, but I hadn’t really paid attention because I was in the midst of the most traumatic moment of my life. My gaze dropped, and I examined him the way he examined me, looked at the dark tattoos that covered his rock-hard body. The deep color of the ink couldn’t mask how strong he was, his massive pectoral muscles and his chiseled, tight abs. I wasn’t sure what was sexier, his ink or his body. My hands flattened against his abs and slowly moved up over his powerful chest. My fingers felt resistance immediately, because there was nothing under his skin except muscle. I moved into him and tilted my chin up to look into his gaze. “Just tonight…” I couldn’t resist him anymore, and I wanted to have this moment, to submit to the lust that had drowned us both. We could have an incredible night together and then move on, not have to spend our time wondering what could have been.