Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“Your mother keeps this room ready for you?” I ask.
Evidence of a younger version of Alistair is hidden here and there. A skateboard lying forgotten at the bottom of the wardrobe and a Foo Fighters poster on the back of the bedroom door.
“Yeah. Just in case.” He gazes at my face. “You look like you want to say something.”
“I don’t know the full story of what happened between you two. Therefore, I am keeping my mouth shut.”
“That’s a pity. You have such a lovely mouth. Why, I like your mouth almost as much as I admire your—”
I slap a hand over his lips to smother what he might have said. What he definitely said. With a laugh, I ask, “That’s not very princely language, is it?”
“As I told you at the start, I’m not really a prince. And thank goodness for that. I never wanted my life mapped out for me. For the whole world to feel they have a right to know everything about me. As if being born to that family means I have no choice. My privacy is sold to the highest bidder as is—and now yours is too,” he says, cupping my face. “Not that it wouldn’t be fun to call you princess and fuck you wearing only a tiara.”
“I think you’d look very fetching in a tiara.”
“I meant you, smart-ass.” And he backs up the statement with a sharp slap to my butt cheek.
“Ouch.”
“Give me your mouth.”
“Say ‘please.’”
With a feral grin, he presses his lips hard against mine. Each time we kiss, there’s this flood of happy hormones. He has fast become my addiction. His hands on my body and the way he doesn’t hold back. I know how much he wants me. It’s impossible to ignore in the way his tongue sweeps into my mouth and the taste of him hits me. Then he gentles the kiss to something sweet and sincere.
“Did you really want to just go to sleep?” he asks in a harsh whisper. “Because it’s okay if that’s what you want.”
In response, I push the towel off his hips and toe off my fancy new red flats. He shows how helpful he can be by lifting the hem of my top and carefully taking it off me. We both fumble for the button and zipper of my jeans until he’s sidetracked by my boobs.
“This is new,” he says, inspecting the lace of my bra as he fills his hands with my breasts. “I approve, Leannan.”
“The lingerie alone cost you a small fortune. I should hope you like it.”
His thumbs toy with my nipples, the fine fabric an intriguing sensation against sensitive skin. Because whenever he touches me, my whole body lights up. In no time at all, I’m panting and he’s groaning about what a good girl I am, and we’re heading for the bed. Removing my underwear while stroking his thick cock along the way is a challenge. But I am 100 percent here for it. He smells like soap and shampoo and himself. A scent I cannot define but could find in the dark if necessary.
Maybe it’s the looming threat of my doomsday tomorrow. I don’t know. But we’re frenzied. Both of us feel the urgency. His hands grasping and groping. My teeth nipping at the cushion of his bottom lip. We seem to want to mark our territory tonight. To be more than a little possessive. I am not usually rough like this. As much as I want to touch him with all the tenderness in the world, to treasure him, this moment calls for more.
He allows me to push him back onto the mattress. And his strong hands are there, urging me to straddle him. To hold the blunt head of his cock in position and sink down and take all of him in one brutal move. Oh my God. Forget about tomorrow. I am dead and gone tonight. How his wide cock stretches me. It is sweet and sharp and so damn necessary. With this much emotion involved, with the way he gets me, sex with this man is on another level. I did not have a damn clue what I was missing up until now. There’s every chance I could forgo my next breath. But not him and not this. Not ever.
He hisses and bares his teeth. “The feel of you... Fuck.”
I just nod. With my synapses firing the way they are, words are way out of reach.
His fingers dig into my hips, holding me down on his hard length. But suddenly his gaze clears and his face blanks and oh, shit. I know exactly what he’s thinking. “We forgot to use any protection.”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. Wait,” he says, still holding me in place. A bead of sweat slips down the side of his face. “Fuck, it’s hard to think, what with being inside you bare. But I get tested regularly. Haven’t had unprotected sex in the meantime. How about you?”