Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Three,” he murmurs, and I can feel his hand between us, shuffling.
“It was nothing.”
“Two,” he continues, and the sound of the zip is heard a little more.
Dammit.
“I didn’t ... It was ... nothing,” I rasp, squirming again.
“One.”
Dammit.
“I was jealous!” I cry just as he pulls the hard length from his jeans. I can feel it pressing between us now, throbbing, big, thick, long. But I’m angry. And damn him. I’m so fucking angry. “I was so jealous. I don’t know why. It makes no sense to me. I know this, whatever it is, can never be anything more than a friendship. Our worlds will never mesh well and I am tired of living in hurt. I don’t want that risk. But god dammit, Maverick, when I saw that, I wanted to claw my own heart out. Over a stranger, a fucking stran—”
His mouth slams against mine and my words disappear behind a gasp as his tongue delves into my mouth, hard and angry. He doesn’t kiss me like he did in the lake, he kisses me with a force that takes my breath away. He releases my hands and tangles them into my hair, jerking my head back and making me gasp as he takes the kiss deeper. My head spins, and my lips burn, and his cock is wedged between us, hot and heavy.
And dammit, I want him.
But not tonight. Not after he was just with someone else.
That thought is like a bucket of cold water being splashed over my body, and I jerk my head away, panting, nipples rock hard, sex wet and so damned hot I could nearly come just being this close to him.
“No. Not after you just had you dick in another woman.”
His hold loosens in my hair and suddenly, he’s running his fingers over it. “You’re beautiful when you’re jealous, babe.”
“I’m not trying to be beautiful, I’m serious.”
His lips graze my cheek, and then roll over to my ear. “I know, darlin’.”
“Stop.”
“Soon.”
He nips my earlobe and keeps moving, kissing down my neck. I want to do something, anything but enjoy this. Maybe kick him in the balls, once or a hundred times. Anything else. Any-fricking-thing else. Damn you, body, for betraying me, you’re supposed to be on my side, you’re supposed to hate him with me. And fuck you, vagina. Don’t get me started on you.
His lips trail over my collar bone and back up my neck, kissing along my jaw until he reaches my lips, where he coaxes me with soft kisses at first, fluttering them along my lips, gently persuading me to respond. My heart is racing and he tastes so damned good.
“Stubborn little thing, aren’t you?”
“I don’t want sloppy seconds.”
He chuckles, and the sound vibrates through me. “Well, I’ll just keep kissin’ you until you get over it then, shall I?”
“I’m not getting over it.”
“You’ll get over it when I kiss you where I know you’re achin’ for me right now.”
“You’re not putting that nasty mouth on me.”
“That nasty mouth hasn’t kissed another woman for over a year. First lips I’ve touched are yours.”
I blink. Is he lying? Telling me what I want to hear? Or is he serious? I can’t tell. I look into his eyes and he stares at me.
“So, my mouth is clean. And you aren’t goin’ to be sloppy seconds. Now shut your pretty mouth and let me kiss you.”
I have nothing to say, nothing at all. He just floored me with that sentence and suddenly I’m wondering why I’m angry at him to begin with. Right. Another woman. Dammit. I can’t bring myself to care when his mouth drops to my collar bone again and he starts dragging it down my skin until he reaches the top of my shirt. “Won’t fuck you,” he murmurs against my skin. “Just my mouth. Nothin’ else. This shirt is comin’ off.”
He grabs hold of it, pulling it up and over my head, and then his lips continue their fiery path down my body, kissing the swell of my breasts. He bites my nipple through my bra and I gasp, arching up. It’s been a long time, and dammit. I’m ready. So incredibly ready, to feel the touch of a man again. Especially this man.
Yes.
Especially this man.
~*~*~*~
His fingers trail lightly down my neck, grazing my skin, and then he reaches around behind me and unclips my bra. Nerves flitter through my chest as he exposes me. It’s been a long time since I’ve just been open and vulnerable in front of a man. I swallow and meet his eyes. He holds them for a second, and then they drop down to my hard, aching nipples.
“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”
He lowers down and closes his mouth over one hard little nub and I gasp, hands slamming down by my sides, fingers curling into the sheets. His rough lips suck and his tongue flicks, and I swear to god I’ve never felt anything like it in my life. Pleasure burns through my body, and I arch my body up, wanting more, not wanting more, I’m honestly not sure.