Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
I press closer, moaning into his mouth as the hand around my waist slips lower, his hand prowling across my ass like it's his to touch. I feel his erection nestled against my belly, hot, hard, and insistent. God, he's so fucking hard right now.
I don't think before I reach for it, desperate to touch him the way I do in my dreams every night.
His fingers close around my wrist, his grip firm and unyielding.
"Don't," he growls. "Not unless you want me to bend you over the hood of your car and let everyone in that restaurant watch what I do to you."
"As fun as that sounds, I kind of imagined my first time in a bed," I say, panting. Trembling. "I don't really care if it's yours or mine."
"Fucking hell." His lips come down on mine in another hard kiss, this one hard enough to bruise. I'm not sure if that's a yes or a no. At least, not until he starts walking me backward, still kissing me.
I stumble and trip, but he keeps me on my feet. My back lands against a cold, metallic surface. I arch away, gasping, but he doesn't let me go far. He pushes me backward, pinning me to the side of his truck.
One hand rakes up my thigh, his fingers searing a trail all the way up underneath the short hem of my dress. His eyes are locked on mine, as if he's daring me to stop him. The thing is, though…I can't. That's the problem with him. Even when he infuriates me, I can't tell him no. With his hands on my body, I don't even stand a chance.
He reaches my Spanx, and his hand stalls. "What the fuck is this?"
"Spanx."
"You don't need that shit."
"I do in this dress."
He grunts, sliding his hands up until he finds the waistband. He doesn't say a word as he peels them down, stripping me out of them right there against the side of his truck. If it weren't for his steady hold on me, I'd land on my ass when he kneels to work them down over my shoes.
He leaves them on the ground, his eyes flicking to mine as he rises again. "You don't need them. Every inch of you is a goddamn dream, Constance."
My stomach flutters as he reaches for me again, all conviction and disgruntled man, pissed that I poured myself into Spanx for him. It's… unexpectedly sweet.
His fingers slip beneath the band of my panties, brushing across my sex.
I bury my face in his chest as if that'll stop the plea climbing up my throat. It doesn't. I just gasp it into the fabric of his suit.
"Yes. Please, Bastian. Please, touch me."
"You're so fucking wet, Constance," he rasps in my ear, brushing his thumb across my lower lips. "Do you want to come right here?"
"Yes. God, yes."
His thumb circles my clit, and my legs damn near buckle.
"I like you like this," he grunts in my ear. "All desperate and needy." He nips my throat, his fingers wreaking havoc on my body. "Begging to fall."
"Please," I moan again, thrashing against the side of the truck. "Oh, God, please."
"You're going to come on my fingers, and then you're coming home with me. Our first time will be in my bed, so you're all over my sheets where you belong." He circles my hole with one finger, his thumb grinding against my clit. "The second will be in my shower."
"Oh my god," I moan, already on the verge of splintering apart. His voice in my ear and his hands on me are too much. Too much pleasure, too much perfection, too real.
"I should keep you coming on my cock until you pass out," he growls, sinking his finger in me to the first knuckle. "It's what you deserve for that fucking dress."
"You l-love it," I gasp.
"I'll love it even more when it's on my floor and those fuck-me heels are tearing up my back." His finger sinks deeper, his thumb circling again. "I should tie you to my bed with it and keep you there until you learn to behave."
"Never."
"I know." He tips my head back, his eyes meeting mine for a brief moment. His expression is equal parts fierce desire and soft affection. He looks more like himself in this moment than at any before. And fuck, he's beautiful. "But it's going to be fun trying to fuck the fight out of you anyway, baby."
His voice is liquid sex in my ear, his wicked promise like kryptonite. My body reacts accordingly. I bite down on his shoulder, trying to stifle my cries as a powerful orgasm slams into me, knocking me breathless.
"Fuck," he groans loud and low in my ear, working me through it. "You're soaking my hand right now. I can't wait to feel that all over my cock for the first time." His lips touch the side of my throat, and I choke on his name, still reeling in pleasure.