Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“Well aware.” She tilted her chin and met my gaze.
Good girl. The war she fought between wanting control and needing to give it over was more than apparent.
“Admit it.” My entire body hummed with barely-leashed energy. I’d waited a week since that night in the club, trying like hell to conquer whatever hold she had on me so I could maintain a modicum of restraint, yet here we were. I’d also waited a week to prove one very important point. “Admit that you need me because I’m the only one you want.”
I’d only intended to talk it out—make sure this was something she wanted. Now my dick was making his intentions more than clear as I leaned my hips into hers. But I wasn’t some stud service, no matter how I felt about Savannah. If I was going to risk my career, she could damn well risk being open with me.
“Say it,” I whispered.
She swept her tongue over her bottom lip and raised her mouth to mine.
I lifted my head.
Her brow puckered.
“That little trick work with the college boys?” I asked, lifting my brows. “Can you kiss them silent? Distract them with your body to keep them from knowing you a little too well? Is that how you manage to keep everyone at arm’s length?”
“I don’t…” She drew back slightly, sucking in a deep breath. “I don’t keep everyone at arm’s length.”
“Sure you do. You’ve gotten so used to being the one in control that you can’t even let it go when you beg someone to take it from you.” Like tonight. “The reason you’re here isn’t because you want to lose your V-card on your terms.”
“Oh really?” Her gorgeous eyes narrowed. Guess she wasn’t so much a lamb as she was a tiger I held tightly by the tail.
“Really.” I brushed my lips over the shell of her ear simply because I wasn’t strong enough not to. Fuck, she smelled good. Like cinnamon and apple cider and something else I couldn’t quite identify.
Her hands curled into fists, gripping what excess cotton there was in my T-shirt.
Before I did something stupid like kiss her and blow our chance at this conversation, I lifted my head. Besides, I needed to see her eyes. “You’re here because you’ve never found anyone you’ve trusted to give yourself to. And I don’t mean your body. You don’t trust anyone with that precious control you cling so tightly to.”
She flat-out glared at me.
“It’s true, isn’t it? I’m not vain or stupid enough to think I’m the only man whose body you want. But I do know I’m the only man who you trust enough to want me to use mine on yours. The only man you trust enough to let go with. I’m the only man you actually want, Savannah, because I’m the only man capable of stripping your clothes and your control.” It took every ounce of willpower I had in my soul to keep my hands on the wall, to pin her with only my hips and my eyes.
I wanted to drag her up the stairs and give the woman exactly what she needed, but it wouldn’t mean anything unless she admitted that I was the only one she wanted to give it to her. I’d been with too many people who’d seen me as a box to check. Maybe it made me weak, but I needed to be the only fucking box when it came to Savannah.
“You’re infuriating,” she seethed, tugging my chest closer.
“I’m also right. Stop acting like you’re the only one with something to lose, especially since you’re so damned determined to lose it.” Wrong or right, I wanted her as vulnerable as I was.
“Why are you making this so hard?” Her voice caught on that last word.
“Why won’t you just tell me the truth? Why don’t you stop threatening to give yourself to some other guy if I turn you down?” If losing her virginity had been her only goal, she could have accomplished it before even bothering to approach me.
“You’re not going to turn me down.” A coy smile lifted a corner of her mouth, and she arched, pressing her soft belly into my hard cock. “I can feel how much you want me.”
“Because I do,” I admitted. “I have no problem saying it. I want you, Savannah,” I lowered my mouth over hers and spoke slowly, lifting my lips every time she tried to kiss me. “I want you under me, with those mile-long legs bare, parted, and wrapped around my hips as I drive into you. I want your ass in my hands when I flip you over to your knees and take you from behind so you can feel exactly how deep I can reach. I want your screams in my ears, your pussy so wet you’re begging for me to fill it, and your mouth wrapped around my cock. I want every inch of you.”