Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
To my surprise, he does. We finish the movie, and he puts on the one with the blond prince. The plot is more ridiculous than the first and very satisfying.
About halfway through, he finishes the popcorn and goes to wash his hands. When he returns, he slips a hand on my belly and strokes my skin. I frown at him, and he smiles back.
He keeps fondling me through the final scenes, and, yes, the ice skating scene is epic. I start to shift in my seat, squirming under his touch. It’s relentless and never moves below my waist.
Finally, the credits roll.
“Well?” I demand.
“Well, what?” He leans in to kiss me.
“You know what.”
“Mmmm.” He presses into me, shifting me until I’m on my back, and he’s over me. I kiss him back, but he pauses. “You were stressed before. Tell me why.”
Oh, now he wants to talk? I jerk my hips, trying to get his attention back on what we’re doing.
He doesn’t move but keeps watching me expectantly. Am I supposed to have a conversation with him on top of me?
“We shouldn’t be together,” I blurt. “We’re not compatible.”
He searches my eyes as if I’m holding back the real answer. “You’re wrong. You’re just afraid.” He shifts his body slightly, and I shudder under his delicious weight. “You know we fit.”
I push at him. I need space for this conversation. He rises as if I’ve muscled him off me, but I know I didn’t because I’m not capable of physically forcing him to do anything.
I struggle to sit upright, and he helps me, then perches on the coffee table so he’s close but not crowding me. He leans forward, the picture of a predator ready to pounce. His jeans are ripped, with white strands frayed across his knees. The light streaming from the penthouse windows catches his stubble and makes it gleam like gold.
He’s so hot he takes my breath away.
“I’m not afraid,” I snap, and he raises a brow. “I’m not. It’s just… we barely know each other.”
“I know enough. The hunt, the chase. You liked it.” His eyes glimmer with satisfaction. “You came hard enough on my cock.”
At the word “cock,” my eyes dart to the bulge in his jeans. Crap, he’s still hard. Heat suffuses my chest.
I drag my eyes back to his face, where he’s taking in my reactions. “Don’t lie to me, bunny. You enjoyed being my prey.”
Before I can think, I throw a pillow at him. Instantly, his blue gaze turns laser-focused. He launches himself onto the couch, pouncing.
I squeal and try to roll away, but he pins me easily. He presses his length into me, and my hips rise to meet his.
“I told you. You like this.” He kisses the tip of my ear, sending tingles down my back. “You like baiting me.” He kisses the side of my nose, where the most freckles are. He’s obsessed with my freckles. One day, I’ll cover them with makeup and see what he does.
“You like me.” He forestalls my argument with a deep kiss. Heat blooms through me. Instead of pushing him away, I’m digging my fingers into his soft T-shirt, pulling him close. His scent rolls over me, that manly musk that drives me wild.
“Fuck you,” I mutter against his mouth.
“Oh, I plan to.”
He pulls up my dress and sees I’m not wearing undies. He hums in approval and tips me to my side so he can smack my ass.
“Ouch,” I yelp, even though it didn’t really hurt.
He rubs the sting away, and I bite back a moan.
“Fuck, Jaeger.”
“Yes, bunny. Yes, I will fuck you.” His fingers find the neck of my dress, and he rips it open. I gasp, and my breasts spill out. Today was a no-bra day.
“Yes,” he breathes and dives in. His stubble rubs against my sensitive flesh, making me squirm. “You’re so soft.” He palms my stomach. He doesn’t care that it’s not toned and flat. He seems to love how the plush folds spill over his hands.
Every worshipful kiss rubs me raw. I make a pained noise, and he raises his head. “Did I hurt you?”
My stomach is red from the scratchy shadow of his beard. I cup his face. “Your stubble.”
He starts to rise. “I can shave—”
“No.” I pull him back. My pussy is weeping onto the couch cushions. I can’t wait any longer.
“No?” His blue eyes hold mine. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He glances at my ankle. “You’re fragile.”
“It’s okay.” And it is because he’s been caring for me. Any other guy would be history, but Jaeger won’t leave. He won’t let me leave, either.
Right now, that’s what I need.
“I like it,” I whisper, and this time, when I pull him back down, he dives in again. He rubs his jaw along my inner thighs, kissing my stretch marks and running his tongue over the silvery scars. I’m rolling my hips, desperate for relief by the time he drags his lips to my pussy. He eats me with abandon, thrusting his fingers into my wet channel, finding my G-spot and rubbing it until I’m about to shatter.