Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
She had, hadn’t she? Now wasn’t the time to dwell on that fact. Nor to be embarrassed or shocked by her behavior. Something about Bryn brought to life a wildness within her. One she didn’t know if she could, or wanted to, control.
“I want to speak with the owner.”
Fury rippled along his frame and if anyone had asked her, she would have sworn there was a wild animal in the room with her. Seconds later, thoughts stopped as his mouth covered her own.
He didn’t ask for permission, Bryn took.
Took everything she had and demanded more from her. Fingers curling into his shirt, she gave him all he asked for without even considering refusing. The edge to him, the anger, the vibration in the air all around them, increased with danger each second their lips were together.
He engulfed her. His tongue thrust deep, tangling with her own, twining around it only to dance away and demand she follow. Heart thundering in her chest, all she could do was as he insisted. Bryn didn’t give her the opportunity to lead and honestly, she wasn’t sure where to go.
This man was so much. In every sense of the word. Callused fingers gripped her chin, angling her head where he wanted her. Then he delved deeper.
Rosamunde groaned as she surrendered to his mastery. Whatever he wanted, she didn’t care, he could have it all so long as he continued to make her feel like he was doing right now. Spreading her fingers out against his shirt, over his chest, she marveled at the muscles playing beneath it.
She jumped when his teeth sank into her lower lip and she opened her eyes, finding that dark swirling blue focused on her. Holding her gaze, he released her and allowed his tongue to sneak out and flick along the spot he’d just bitten.
When he released her face, she whimpered only to gulp when his large, strong hands settled against her waist. Seconds later, he’d lifted her against the wall and placed his hardness between her legs, like her skirts weren’t any hinderance to him knowing where he wanted to go.
His shaft rubbed against her, hard and blatant. She gasped as he claimed her mouth once more. Heat coursed through her, burned her. His taste poured into her, soothing part of her even as it ignited another craving, a much deeper one.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, desperate for more, for something only he could provide her. His chest pressed tight to her, smashing her breasts and yet at the same time making her hunger for it to continue. For their clothing to disappear and for them to be skin to skin.
He tasted of smoke and a hint of warm whiskey. Tearing his mouth off hers, he levered kisses against her face and down along her exposed throat. She tipped her head back so it too, rested against the wall as she offered more of herself to him.
Bryn grasped her hips and slid his hands along the backs of her thighs as he encouraged her to wrap her legs around him. Wait, when had he’d gotten his hands beneath her skirts?
He didn’t hold her like he feared she would break. Rosamunde figured she’d have bruises from where he gripped her. Like if he didn’t hold her tight, she may slip away. Honestly, she relished that feeling, relished knowing he was desperate to keep her close.
Admonishments from his mouth gave her pause right until he slammed his mouth back over hers. He licked and savored her all while he mentally yelled at himself. Her legs threatened to relax completely with each different slant of his lips on hers, and she had to constantly retighten her grip on his waist. She couldn’t focus. Couldn’t think past the feelings he roused within her body.
The stubble covering his jawline roughed up her skin as he slipped from her lips to the overly sensitive spot behind her ear and nipped.
“Bryn.” His name whooshed out from her.
He reared back, almost like he feared he’d harmed her. The eyes that met hers weren’t the same as they’d been seconds ago. The hunger and need in them had been banked. Not anymore. Now there was nothing but raving need.
For me.
She rocked her hips against him, bringing her core against his hard length.
“Don’t do that,” he moaned, jaw clenched so tight the cords on his neck stood out. Cords she wanted to bite. Even as he told her not to, he angled her hips, bringing more of a connection between them.
She couldn’t stop it if she wanted to. And she didn’t.
Bryn grasped onto the last shred of his control with every single bit of strength he had within his body. This woman, this voluptuous woman with curves for days and a spirit that made him smile so much, was against him. Had her pussy against his cock and he wanted nothing more than to rip away the thin barrier between them and submerge himself fully inside her heat.