Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
But this is the right one, a voice inside her kept whispering. This is the right man. Even if he doesn’t stay. Even if this doesn’t last.
Even if he walked away at the end of this job, she would know what it meant to be with him in every way that mattered.
His arms drew her in as he took over the kiss. She gave over immediately, more than willing to follow his lead. The truth was she usually felt completely awkward during sex. It was one of the reasons she didn’t have much of it, but this was different. Her body seemed to move instinctively with his. When his hand found the back of her neck, her chest seemed to swell, flattening against his as he deepened the kiss.
“Do you know how long I’ve been thinking about this?” He whispered the words against her mouth.
He was so deliciously strong and muscular, his big body looming over hers, surrounding hers. “A couple of days.”
He stepped back, but his hand found hers. “Forever. Even if it’s only been a couple of days. Come with me. I don’t want to sleep on the couch tonight. Let me tell you all the things I’ll do if you let me in that bed with you.”
Her heart rate had tripled, and if anything else had happened today, she couldn’t remember what it was. There had been bad stuff, but it slipped away as she followed West down a short hallway and into his room.
That man was gorgeous. Somehow he looked better in a T-shirt and jeans than all the Hollywood stars she’d seen on the red carpet put together. She stared at him as he closed the door behind her, taking in his sandy hair and the sexy scruff that had made an appearance at some point today. He didn’t know it, but she’d watched him shave the other day, standing in front of the bathroom mirror in nothing but his jeans.
“What will you do to me, West?”
There was the distinct sound of a lock clicking closed. “First, I’m going to kiss you again because I cannot get enough of that mouth of yours, Ally. I love how it looks and the snarky words that come out of it. I love the way you smile, and when you bite your bottom lip, I swear I feel it in my cock.”
“I thought the words part would be a negative. I’ve been accused of being hard on a man’s ego.”
“Only because they had fragile ones. I’ve learned that you only complain when you need to. You keep calling me out, baby. It won’t make me walk away.”
Damn it. He was saying all the right things, and she didn’t want to cry. She didn’t want to get so emotional it ruined this first time between them. “Tell me dirty things, Rycroft. I can’t. Not tonight.”
He moved in, brushing her hair back. “We’ll play this dirty tonight, but I need you to acknowledge that this is more than sex. I’m not going back to friends in the morning.”
He was such a frustrating man. Did he know how many men would kill to be able to slip in and out of her bed? And that was why he was the right one. He didn’t want to be her living vibrator, didn’t want to be here to merely provide stress relief. “You matter to me, West.”
He stared at her for a moment, acknowledging the agreement between them. They were together. For now. Then his hand moved to her hair, fingers threading through, and he tightened them, sending a sizzle across her scalp. “I’m in charge here, Ally. Do you understand me? You get to call all the shots. When you want to relax, we’ll work on puzzles and watch whatever show you want to, but when that door closes, I’m the boss.”
She’d heard the rumors about the company he worked for. There was a series of movies based on books by an author who was married to one of the employees.
Doms. Tops. BDSM. Was he a BDSM person?
She felt her nipples tighten at the thought of being tied up and helpless, at his mercy. She’d never considered the fantasy because she would have told anyone who’d asked that she wouldn’t be able to trust any man that much.
Until she’d met him.
“Is this one of those things where we need a contract?” She’d heard of them.
A wicked grin hit his lips. “I don’t think we’ll get that far, baby, but you should understand I’ve taken the training class, and if you ever want to visit Sanctum, I’ll take you. But this is fun and games to me. It’s play. I don’t need you to be truly submissive. I don’t need to spank you, though I think it would be fun. All I need is for you to let me take the lead most of the time.”