Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Just like that, the panic disappears.
"You thought I was gonna drag you off to bed like a savage, didn’t you?" His breath is warm against my temple, teasing.
I huff out a laugh. "Actually, I was worried you’d get sick of me."
Flint pulls back, brow furrowing like the thought actually offends him. "I could never get sick of you."
Before I can process those words—before I can do something stupid like melt into a puddle of emotions—he grips me around the waist and throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.
"Flint!" I squeal, pounding on his back. “Put me down!”
He chuckles, deep and sinful, sending a shiver down my spine. "Oh, I will," he promises. And then he does—right onto the bed, tossing me onto the blankets with an ease that makes my stomach flip.
I barely have time to catch my breath before he’s above me, bracing himself with his arms caging me in. "You’re in my bed now, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice rough with something dark and possessive. "And if I had my way, you’d never leave."
A shiver rolls through me. Heat pools low in my belly.
"What if I don’t want to?" I whisper.
Flint’s eyes darken, his pupils blown wide with hunger. "Then I guess we’re on the same page."
He kisses me then, slow and deliberate, like he’s memorizing the shape of my lips. It’s not rushed or desperate—it’s intentional, a silent promise woven between us. His rough hands trail down my sides, slipping beneath the hem of my shirt, mapping me out like he’s been waiting his whole life for this.
I gasp when he pulls my shirt over my head, baring my skin to the cool night air. His gaze rakes over me, heated and reverent, like he’s seeing something holy.
"Fuck," he mutters, pressing a kiss to my throat, then lower, his lips following the path of his hands. "You’re so goddamn beautiful."
My breath catches. "I bet you say that to all the women you carry off to bed."
His lips curve against my skin, sharp and knowing. "Wouldn’t know," he admits, voice thick with need. "You’re the only one."
The only one.
The words hit me like an avalanche. Flint Warner, the grumpy, untouchable mountain man who has every woman in Devil’s Peak drooling over him, has never done this before? Not in a technical sense, but in a way that means something?
That realization undoes me.
I reach for him, pulling him down, needing him closer, deeper, more. His hands roam, explore, worship, and when he finally slides his fingers under the waistband of my jeans, I arch into him, desperate and aching.
"I want this," I whisper against his lips, breathless. "I want you."
Chapter Twelve
Flint
“Mm, you’re so sweet.” My fingers running through her hair as I trail kisses along her shoulders and throat. She’s stunning, breath-taking, and completely mine. The primal urge inside me grows stronger. I want to dominate her, claim her like the insatiable beast inside of me craves to do. But not this time. Not yet. I meet her gaze, so full of trust and vulnerability, and I realize that just being with her here, having her in my life, is enough.
I unbutton her jeans and pull them down her thighs slowly before taking my time, pushing the sweater over her shoulders and leaving her in just her bra and panties. I kiss a trail down her neck and over her shoulder, slipping the straps of her bra down as I go. She slips out of her bra quickly, and I attach my lips to her sweet, raspberry nipple. She moans and arches into me, needy and desperate for more of the pleasure that only I can give. My heart races at the thought of watching her pleasure herself for me. "I want to see you cum.”
Her eyes widen in uncertainty and her hands tremble at my words. “Oh…”
"Show me how you make this sweet pussy sing," I continue, mesmerized by the way she’s so willing to submit to me like this. She’s so sassy and soft–a contradiction. My undoing.
"I-I don’t do that," she stammers, turning away from me.
My arousal intensifies when I realize how pure and innocent this woman really is, and she’s all mine to cherish and protect.
I guide her hand down her smooth thighs, teasing the elastic of her panties with both of our fingertips. I slide them down her thighs then, baring her soaked, glistening cunt to my greedy gaze.
Her breaths quicken and I can practically see her heart pounding against her chest. Her eyes are trusting as I pull my hand away, urging her on with a longing gaze.
"Stroke your fingers over your clit," I tell her, feeling the lust burn in my own eyes. She complies and I watch as she moves her fingers slowly, savoring every touch.
"That's it, just like that. Do you feel it?" I ask, my voice thick with desire. She sighs and closes her eyes, allowing herself to give into the pleasure building inside of her. "Keep going, baby. Keep swirling those fingers until you can't take it anymore."