Total pages in book: 178
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Twitch sucked a little harder, reaching up with one hand to wrap my hair around his wrist, and when he tugged my head to the side, I gasped at the mixture of pleasure and pain pulsing through my veins. He took advantage, dipping into me, suckling me deeper into his mouth. Deep enough that our lips finally met in a slow, sensual kiss. And this man’s lips were everything I remembered them to be.
Whistling, cracking, exploding fireworks in a rainbow of colors.
TNT. Dangerous and unpredictable, and he held the fuse too close to my heart.
A goddamn atom bomb whose mushroom cloud would strip my flesh from my bones, leaving me bare, and open, and bleeding red.
And these types of explosions, I felt all over, in my mind, my heart, and my core, all at once, all equally affected.
And if I died then, I’d have died happy.
I wanted to reach up and run my hands through his hair, but I struggled to free myself. His arms left no give. My breathing intensified as I writhed against him. “Please.”
But Twitch tugged my hair, hard enough to pinch. “No.”
Secretly loving the throbbing sting at my scalp, my voice grew anxious. “I want to touch you.”
“No,” was his husky response, as he took my lips in a deep, punishing kiss and I drooped in his hold, exhaling into him.
I tried one last time, my voice soft and pleading. I spoke into our kiss, “Please, baby. Please.”
He growled low in his throat before his arms loosened around me. “Never could say no.” His eyes were low and glazed over, when he uttered, “Not when you beg so nicely.”
Yes!
My arms finally free, I wrapped one around his broad shoulders, and while the other gripped the back of his head and when his mouth clashed with mine, I made a longing sound low in my throat as my head swam. My nails dug into his scalp, and he hissed against my mouth. My eyes flashed before I smiled into his lips. I couldn’t help myself. Panting lightly, I gripped the longest part of his hair and pulled hard.
He winced and I straightened, towering over him, the tip of my nose gently touching his. I could barely keep a straight face when I muttered, “Gratitude displayed. Now thank me, honey.”
I was so lost in the feel of him that I didn’t see it coming,
Thwack.
My eyes widened, my body jolted in surprise, and I shoved at his shoulders. “Ow.”
“You wanna be a smartass? I’ll make your ass smart.” He ran his hand softly over the throbbing handprint at my ass, and when my face bunched in irritation, his eyes laughed, and he all but whispered, “Thank you, baby.”
Oh, Lord.
If I thought I loved this man before, I fucking worshipped him now.
His eyes scanned the deserted beach and he kept his voice low. “You wanna fuck here, or take it home?”
Umm. I had the choice?
Okay.
That was different.
My eyes softened as I placed my hands to his shoulders, lightly scratching his expensive suit jacket with my nails. “Home,” because, “I have sand in my butt.” I ended on a hush.
When his entire body shook with silent laughter, I smiled warmly down at him, and when he peered up at me, his eyes full of mirth, my heart ached wildly.
It didn’t make sense.
How could you possibly miss someone you had your arms wrapped around?
It was ludicrous.
Without warning, I leaned in and put my mouth to his. Reaching under my skirt, he ran his hands up the backs of my thighs before resting them on the full curve of my ass, and when I sighed into his mouth, he slapped my bottom lightly and growled low in his throat. “Let’s go.”
The second we made it into the dark, still house, the tall man at my back reached out for me, pulling me into his front, and my arm came up behind us to gently stroke his hair. He put his lips to the shell of my ear and spoke low. “Need you to be quiet for me.”
My stomach churned in anticipation. I nodded, and when he put his mouth to my neck, I worked hard to silence the low moan that wished to escape.
With my hand in his hair, I breathed out a short exhale, and as one arm circled my waist tightly, the other reached under the hem of my skirt to rest on my mound. I bit my lip to stop the gasp bubbling up my throat. He rubbed me meticulously till my legs shook, and just when I thought I’d fail in my mission, he stilled his fingers, cupping me gently, tenderly.
His whispered, “Good girl,” was all the reward I needed.
It wasn’t like I had a choice. Our son was down the hall, at the opposite end of the house, as was Molly, and I didn’t want either of them to hear, or worse, come and explore.