Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
“I’m not property,” she says as she stands up from the stool.
I shove my hand through my hair. I don’t even know how to explain it to her. “Don’t – not right now.”
She puts her hands on her hips. “Fine, I’m going. I knew this was a bad idea anyway.”
And that right there is my undoing. She can’t walk away from me. I’ll never let her go.
I grab on to her hand and turn her back toward me. She gasps as she looks into my face, and I know without a doubt what she’s seeing there. I can’t even begin to hide how much I want her. I’m like a possessed lunatic, and I’m not going to lose her. Not now.
I can’t wait another minute. I push her against the closed door and fuckin’ finally claim her lips. I should go easy, take my time and savor every touch, but I can’t. It’s like a spark that’s been ignited, and I can’t get close enough to her. I grind my hips into her, leaving her with no doubts how much I want her. “You’re mine, Addison. All mine.”
She groans as she throws her head back, and I take what she’s offering, kissing and sucking on her neck. When I bite her tender flesh, she moans, loud and raw, and it echoes through the shop. I cover her mouth with mine, swallowing her moans and whimpers. When I pull away, we’re both breathless. “No one hears your pleasure, baby. That’s all for me.”
She nods, her eyes the darkest shade of blue I’ve ever seen.
Her arms loop around my neck, and I finally feel my heart start to calm. I thought she might fight me on it, but the way she’s grinding on my leg between her thighs she wants it just as bad as I do.
I’m breathless, but I have to ask. If she says no, I’ll cool it and hold out because I know she’s worth it. But I want her like there’s no tomorrow. “My apartment is upstairs.” I grab both her hands in mine, a part of me afraid that she might change her mind and try to escape me. “I want you, Addison, but if you want to wait, I’ll wait.”
Her eyes grow wider, and I’m waiting on the no when she surprises me. “Yes.”
I don’t even wait, for fear she’s going to change her mind. I wrap my arms around her and all but carry her to the door leading up the stairs. I make it up to my apartment in record time and don’t let her go until we’re standing next to my bed.
5
Addison
His hands and mouth are all over me. There’s no denying how much he wants me and in turn, how badly I need him. He has me undressed in record time, and when I try to cover myself with my arms and hands, he growls. Literally growls at me. His fingers circle my wrists, and he pulls them out to my sides. I suck in my belly, knowing that my rolls, cellulite, and faint white marks are on full display.
I clench my eyes together tightly, knowing if I see disgust on his face it’s going to wreck me. I can feel him lean in, and his lips brush across my cheek. He whispers into my ear, “Open your eyes, Addi. I want them on me.”
I take a deep breath and pry them open slowly, unsure of what I’m going to see. He’s pulled back to look at me, and his stare hits me full force. He wants me. There’s no denying the need and the longing in his eyes. Like an idiot, my thoughts come out of my mouth. “You want me.” I don’t say it as a question, I say it like it’s an observation.
His lips lift at each corner. “Fuck yeah, I want you.”
Relief hits me, and it hits me hard. But instead of dwelling in it, I put my hands on his chest. “I want you too.”
He pulls his shirt up and drops it to the floor. I run my hands across his hard chest, through the soft smattering of hair and try to trace all the tattoos across his hard pecs. He stops me, grabbing on to my hands. “I want to taste you. Ever since I heard you come last night, that’s all I’ve thought about. I want to make you come on my tongue.”
My hips jerk uncontrollably at his words. He pushes me, and when the back of my knees hit the bed, I fall onto the mattress with a bounce. His hands cup my breasts, kneading them and rolling my hard peaks between his fingers. I groan because even though I’ve imagined it, actually feeling it is ten times better.
He puts his hands on my thighs and lowers himself between my legs. His gaze is right on my core, and I suck in a deep breath as his beard scrapes against my inner thigh. I clench the covers in my hands, trying to prepare myself for what’s about to come but knowing that no matter what, I’m not ever going to be truly ready.