Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“You’re so wet for me, Jade. I know you want me, don’t you?” he asked.
She nodded her head and he watched as her teeth sank into her bottom lip, but he’d already gotten the confirmation he wanted.
Standing close to her but not pulling his hand from her pussy, he protected her from prying eyes, but she didn’t need to know that, as the excitement of being in the bar was enough.
“Then be my good girl, and come for me.”
She did so, on command. Her body arched up, and he covered her mouth with his hand, containing the pleasured moans. He kissed her neck and to any onlooker, it would simply seem like he was embracing his woman.
He let her ride out the wave of her orgasm, feeling her cunt tighten around his fingers, and he didn’t care. He pulled out of her tight heat, and even though he wanted to see the evidence of her arousal on his fingers, he didn’t. He sucked them, one by one, swallowing down the juicy release she had just experienced a few moments ago, and she tasted amazing.
Braxton was done waiting. Throwing some money down on the counter, which was more than enough to pay for her drink and to give the bartender a tip, he grabbed her hand and left. He didn’t look back.
He expected Jade to tell him to stop, that they couldn’t leave, or some stupid crap, but he didn’t give her the chance, nor did she take it. Holding her hand, he walked her right back to her apartment, using the key he had made for himself to let them in. He didn’t want to wait for the elevator, so he shoved Jade over his shoulder and carried her upstairs.
“What are you doing?” Her hands were clenched into fists and she felt like she wanted to pummel him, but didn’t.
He took the stairs, and got to her apartment quickly. Key in the lock, he stepped inside, was able to close and lock each one, and then he placed her on the floor. But he didn’t give her a chance to speak or protest. He cupped her face, pressed her up against the door, and kissed her.
He felt like a drowning man and the only person who could save him was Jade, or more specifically, her kisses. Sliding his tongue across her lips, he heard her sharp intake of breath, and he took complete advantage of her.
Plunging his tongue inside, he met her tongue with his, and the moan she gave him was so addictive. He couldn’t help but crave her, hunger for her.
Slowly, he lowered his hands to her shoulders, and then moved around, going toward the back of her dress. He eased the zipper down, feeling the dress grow loose. Not once did he break the kiss. He’d been thinking about her lips, her body, for so long.
Now, as he pushed the dress down, he took care of the back catch of her bra, flicking it open and letting it fall to the floor at his feet. By the time he got to her panties, he had already lost too much of his patience. He tore the panties off her body. They were flimsy anyway, and she didn’t need them.
She let out a moan, then a whimper as he grabbed her ass and closed that distance between them. He finally broke the kiss, but to trail his lips down her neck, gliding his tongue across her pulse. He couldn’t help himself as he took a bite, and then soothed out the burn with his tongue.
At first, Jade melted against him. The pleasured sounds she made were sweet music to his ears, and he couldn’t get enough of her.
All too soon, he felt her tense up, and then she somehow managed to press her hands against his chest and stop him.
“Jade?”
“No, you don’t get to have me naked while you get to be all … dressed.” She grabbed the lapels of his jacket.
Braxton gripped her wrists, not too tightly, but he also wanted her to know he wasn’t playing around.
“I want you naked with me,” she said.
She wasn’t a threat or a danger, but who was he kidding? She was. Just not to his life, but to something he had started to think he didn’t have—his heart. He didn’t believe in love. Not for a second. Love was for losers, assholes, and the weak. In his world, love didn’t exist. It didn’t matter.
What the fuck was Jade doing to him? He didn’t do love, romance, none of it. He was a monster. A scarred, fucked-up bastard who relished his darkness.
He let go of her wrists and she pushed his jacket off his shoulders, and he let her. Going into that bar, he had removed his weapons. He didn’t have a single gun or knife on his person, not that he needed it. If someone wanted to attack him, his fists were just as deadly as a knife or gun. In a lot of situations, his hands had protected him more than any deadly weapon.