Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
And then a fucking lightbulb went off in his damn head.
Talia here with Mina. The wedding she was in Sweet Water for. All of those points came crashing into him.
“You’re marrying Talia’s brother?” He thought those words had only been in his head, but they now hung between them.
What are the fucking odds?
Mina nodded. “Yeah. Luke is my fiancé.” The smirk she gave him had even more disinterest filling him. He could smell the fact that she wanted him to be jealous. God, she had a lot of inner soul searching to do if she was that self-absorbed.
“I have to go.”
Ford was up and striding toward the door. The only thing on his mind was going to Talia, to say fuck everything and everyone except telling her how he felt, how he wanted only her, how he wouldn’t let her go.
They may have only shared one night together, but Talia Landon was his, and he was about to find his mate and claim her.
14
Talia pushed away from the side of the building after her heart finally slowed. She looked around, watched the people walk up and down the sidewalk, and realized life went on, even when her mind and body were at war with each other.
She stepped back onto the cobblestone sidewalk and tightened her hand on the strap of her purse.
Next weekend couldn’t come soon enough, because then she could leave Sweet Water and everything that came with it. She needed to tell Luke what she sensed and how Mina had been insanely aroused for Ford.
Her brother would believe her, no doubt about that, but it was the fact that he seemed to only see the positive and good in Mina that pissed Talia off. If this was what love did to someone, she would be content in the life she currently led.
As that thought went through her mind, she realized she may be already doomed. Her feelings for Ford were far from logical or sane, but maybe when one found their mate, this was how it worked?
The thought that Ford could be her mate, that he would take her as such, sent a hard wave of emotions through her.
The hair on her arms and the back of her neck stood up, and instantly her fox rose. Ford was close; she could sense it, and her body and fox knew that as well. Talia stopped and slowly turned around. Pedestrians parted as he made his way down the center of the sidewalk.
Even from where she stood, she could see he was more bear than man at that moment. His eyes were no longer blue but as dark as the night. He even seemed bigger, more muscular, and everything inside her melted at the sight of him.
There was a look of determination on his face, and it was directed right at her. Everything inside her grew liquid, and when he stared down at her, everything that made her a female sighed in appreciation of his masculinity.
Her pussy was soaked, her nipples rock-hard, and all she wanted to do was reach out to him, take hold of his massive biceps, and bring him so close their bodies fused as one. She didn’t care if people stopped to gawk at them or that they were staring at each other as if they were in some kind of trance.
“Talia?” His voice was harsh like sandpaper or even a serrated blade. It ran along her body, and she forced her eyes not to close as her pulse beat in her clit.
“Y-Yes?” She dragged her tongue along her bottom lip and nearly gasped at the way Ford dipped his eyes down to watch the act. He growled low in his throat, and she felt the vibrations come out through his chest and spear right into her body. His chest rose and fell in an almost violent motion, and he moved closer, just an inch.
Her breasts met his muscular abs, and she craned her neck back, realizing once again that this male was the epitome of masculinity. Ford made her seem so… insignificant in a purely feminine way.
He towered over her, taking up her entire view, and all she could think about was having him push all those thick inches inside her again. Already, he was hard, and his erection felt like a steel rod between them.
He had yet to answer her, to speak the words she knew were on the tip of his tongue. She inhaled deeply and loved that his wild scent filled her lungs. In the next second, he wrapped his huge hands around her waist, pulled her impossibly closer, and claimed her mouth like it was his and only his.
Talia reached up, wound her arms around his neck, and moaned into his mouth.
The spicy flavor that was everything Ford filled her mouth, and she moaned again. He moved his tongue in and out of her mouth like he owned her. And he did. At this moment, she realized it with such clarity it would have brought her to her knees if he hadn’t been holding onto her.