Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 92474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“Well, there aren’t many dance-related injuries like yours, I’m sure.”
She huffed out a laugh, then moaned as he pressed against her clit. “No, I’m sure there aren’t. She said that someone once helped her, and she liked to pay it forward.”
“What did she look like?”
“Ah, she was pretty. A bit younger than me, I think. With dark hair.”
“I want you to tell me if you see her again.”
“Why?”
“Just promise you’ll tell me.”
“You won’t get angry at her, will you?” she asked with concern.
“Why would I get angry with her for trying to help you?”
“I don’t know. I just guess some guys might feel insulted that she thought that.”
“I’m not some guy,” he reassured her before pulling his hand from her thigh.
She let out a distressed sound.
“Shh, baby. I need you to calm down a bit. And tell me where you live.”
Oh, right. That would be helpful.
She rattled off her address while watching his hands on the steering wheel. He had gorgeous hands. Sure, they were scarred and rough, but she really wanted to feel them touching her bare body.
“Why do I have to calm down?” This was torture. All she wanted was his hands on her again, driving her insane, pushing her up and over that peak.
Was that really too much to ask for?
“Because if you wait, it will be that much sweeter when I give you what you’re owed.”
She eyed him suspiciously. “It better be an orgasm. Because if you’re teasing me this much, then you just give me a gold star sticker or something I’m going to be pretty annoyed.”
“A gold star sticker, huh? Like for a reward chart? Maybe we should get you one of those. Every time you’re good, you get a sticker. Five stickers means a kiss. Ten stickers means an orgasm.”
“Argh, Victor. Don’t tease me. It’s mean.”
He let out a chuckle. An actual God-damned chuckle. She stared at him in amazement as he reversed into a spot.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You laughed.”
“I did?”
“Uh-huh. I heard it. Also, you just parallel-parked this big beast of a truck. I thought parallel parking was a myth.”
“A myth? Really? You mean you can’t parallel park?
“I can barely forward park. It’s a skill that seems to be beyond me.”
He nodded to the building ahead of him. “That where you live?”
“Yes.” All of a sudden, she felt shy. “Do you want to come in?”
“Yes.”
As she led him up the stairs to her place, she tried to think about how much of a mess she’d left it in this morning. He placed his hand around the back of her neck, keeping her close.
She reached into her handbag with a shaking hand. After three tries at getting the key in the lock, he reached over and placed his hand over hers.
“I don’t have to come in if I’m making you nervous.”
“Oh, no, I want you to come in. I just . . . it’s been so long since I . . . since I was with . . .” She stared up at him nervously.
“We’re not fucking tonight, little bit.”
“Thank God. No, wait. We’re not? You don’t want me?”
He turned her, pressing her back against the door, his hands on either side of her head as he leaned into her.
Dear. Lord.
This was sexy as fuck. Nerves and excitement fluttered through her stomach. She adored how much bigger than her he was.
“I want you,” he stated. “Going to take all of my control for me to walk away without taking you tonight.”
“Then why don’t you?”
“Because this isn’t a casual fuck for me. And I won’t treat you that way.”
“I don’t . . . I won’t think that.”
“I want to make sure you know it.” He ran his thumb over her lower lip. “Open.”
Immediately, she parted her mouth. He slid his thumb into her mouth.
“Suck.”
She followed his order.
“Very good.” He praised her.
Happiness flooded her. He slid his thumb free, and she made a protesting noise.
“Shh, little bit. All in good time. I just wanted to explore something.”
“What?”
“How well you take direction.”
“Take direction?” she asked. Did he really just say that?
“Have you ever been with someone who likes to take control, Gracen? Someone who will take charge, in the bedroom and out?”
“Like a . . . like a Dom?” she asked, feeling slightly breathless. This was taking a very different turn.
“I’m not talking about BDSM, but I do like to be in control. To make the rules. How do you feel about that?”
Her breathing sped up. “I kind of like the idea of you taking control.”
“Such a good girl.”
He moved his hand to the front of her neck, holding it there. His finger rested on the pulse in her throat, and she knew he could feel her heart race.
“You like when I hold you like this, don’t you, little bit?”
“Yes,” she groaned.
“Is there anything you don’t like? Anything you don’t want me to do?”