Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 111359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
She sucked in a breath. “Yes. I think so.”
“I’d rather wait until you were sure.”
“But how do I know that? I don’t know how I’m supposed to know it unless we try. I can’t believe I’m having this conversation.” She pressed her hands to her cheeks. “Can we just ignore that?”
“No, baby. I don’t think we can.” He had a sudden thought. “You know I’ve only been holding back because I wanted to give you time, right? Not because I don’t want you. Because fuck . . . I do.”
“Are you sure?” she asked shyly.
Fuck. He hated that she thought he didn’t want her. Bending his face to hers, he kissed her. It started off light, but as soon as she opened her mouth, he deepened the kiss.
Deciding to move things a step further, he cupped her breast, lightly twisting her nipple with his finger and thumb.
She moaned, arching up.
Christ. She turned to fire in his arms. And he loved it.
But he still wasn’t certain she was ready for this. If she needed release, he could give her that. He’d have to be sure to go slow and not do anything that might trigger her. The last thing she needed was for him to be too rough or dominant with her.
“Please, Raid. Please.”
This wasn’t the time. It really wasn’t. But there was a desperation in her eyes that called to him, telling him that he needed to help her.
“It’s okay. You don’t need to beg.”
“I need to take my mind off everything else. Please.”
Christ. He loved hearing her beg. They didn’t have time for much, but there was something he could do. He moved his hand under her top and cupped her breast, playing with her nipple as he kissed her again.
She was moving around on his lap, and he removed his hand, drawing back his lips.
Hannah frowned at him.
“Stay still,” he ordered.
Her eyes widened. Fuck. Hadn’t he just told himself to go slow and gentle? Now he was ordering her to stay still.
But to his surprise, a look of peace entered her face. She wasn’t scared or upset. She appeared happy.
“Yes, Sir.”
Fuck.
“Raid. Just Raid, baby.” He wasn’t sure he liked being called Sir. Although his dick definitely disagreed.
She licked her lips. They were wet and pink. And he had to kiss her again. But first . . .
“I’m going to undo your jeans. If there is anything you don’t like, you say your safeword. What is it?”
“Peach.”
He knew that before playing they should go through her limits. But he wasn’t playing with her. This was just a bit of relief.
So he undid her jeans and, with her help, pushed them down her ass. She was wearing a pair of lacy pink panties.
“Fuck. Baby. These are sexy.”
“You like them?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Because I’ve got more like that. In fact . . . I’ve got some really sexy underwear.”
“Why the fuck haven’t we talked about your underwear before now?” he growled.
“We were taking things slow.”
Fuck slow. He wanted a fucking fashion parade. Then he wanted her tied to his bed while he feasted on her.
Shit . . . pull on the reins, man.
This was Hannah. She was attacked. She was abused by that asshole. Not just physically, but emotionally and mentally for months.
You cannot push her too far, too fast.
But he could do this. He ran his finger over her clit. She arched, her hips going back.
“Be still, Hannah.”
He tried to keep his voice soft. But a rough edge entered it. The command was clear, and she stopped moving.
“That’s my g–” Fuck. He stopped himself in time.
She grew tense. “You can say it.”
“I shouldn’t have said that we could take those words back. I didn’t know the full truth.”
She bit her lip, looking conflicted. “But I like that you were helping me do that. I want . . . I want to be your good girl, Raid.”
“Baby, that’s the thing. You always have been.”
“I love that.”
He did too.
“But I’d love it even more if you could call me your good girl. I want to hear it from you. Please. Can we still take those words back?”
Fuck. Didn’t she know that he’d do anything for her?
“Of course we can, darlin’. You’re my good girl, Hannah. Now, be my good girl and stay nice and still for me.” He pressed a finger under her panties, going slow so she could stop him if she needed to.
But all she did was whimper and close her eyes.
Shock filled him as he found her soaking wet. Christ, she really needed this.
“Have I been neglecting you, baby? Hmm?”
“Noooo.”
He brushed his finger over her clit, and she let out a low groan.
“You sure you’re not lying to me? Because that’s going to get you some punishment.”
A shudder worked through her. Shit. She liked that idea, didn’t she?
“I’d have to put you over my knee and spank you if you were lying to me.” He hoped that wasn’t too much.