Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 92734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
That was the last thing out of his mouth before Carrigan moved. She grabbed his shoulders, leveraging herself up to straddle his lap. “Nice try, but I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
CHAPTER TEN
Carrigan recognized what James was trying to do—back off before they had sex because part of her was still reeling from her earlier encounter. That wasn’t what she wanted from him. With only the shadows between them and their breath fogging the windows of his car, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she might never get another chance like this. It was about escape, sure, but it was more than that. She’d spent the last four months pretending that she wasn’t jonesing for another shot at James Halloran. Lying to herself.
She’d be damned before she let this opportunity pass.
His hands rested on her hips, the light touch completely at odds with the tension of his body. He wanted her. She knew he did. But he just as obviously wanted to set her aside and get the fuck out of the car. She had no intention of giving him the opportunity to run with this unexpected honorable streak.
Carrigan kissed him, pressing her entire body against his. He resisted her for one heartbeat, two, three, until the fear rose in the back of her mind that maybe she’d read the situation wrong and he didn’t want her. That he’d just given her a pity orgasm. She was half a second from pulling away when he growled against her mouth.
As if that sound released him, his grip tightened on her hips, hands sliding down to cup her ass and drag her even closer. His cock was a hard ridge beneath his jeans, and he didn’t hesitate to line it up with her still-sensitive clit. The friction made her moan, and he ate the sound, his tongue diving into her mouth and taking control the same way he’d taken control of her hips.
Needing to feel his skin against hers, she reached for the bottom of his shirt and dragged it up over his head. Her hands smacked the roof of the car, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was getting James as close to her as he could possibly be. And then they were chest to chest. The shock of having no barrier between her and another person had her going still, wanting to savor every second. She’d had lovers before, but they were always hurried fucks in less-than-convenient locations.
Oh God, I’ve never been fully naked with an equally naked man. How pathetic is that?
He sensed her hesitation, though he chalked it up to the wrong cause. James gripped the back of her neck. “Second thoughts?”
“No. Fuck, no.” She couldn’t tell him the real reason, not without baring a part of her she didn’t share with anyone. Carrigan rolled her hips. “Fuck me, James. Please.” And she would soak up every second of it like a flower seeking the sun.
“I tried to do the goddamn honorable thing.”
She reached for the button of his jeans. “That’s not what I want from you.”
“Yeah, I’m getting that.” He knocked her hand away and undid his pants. She had to shift to the side so he could get them off, but then he hauled her back to straddle him again. “I want to see you ride my cock. And when you come, you’re going to know that I’m the one you’re coming for. You understand, lovely? Only me.”
There was the possessive streak again, the one that had spooked her so badly before. She bit her lip, doing her damnedest to beat the panic back. It’s not forever. I’m promised to someone else and we both know it. She slid against his cock, her conscious mind taking a backseat as the primal part of her roared to the fore. Tomorrow was another day. All that mattered was how good he made her feel right this second. She moved up, angling until his cock notched at her entrance.
James stopped her with a punishing grip on her hips, holding her in place. “As much as I want to sink into that tight pussy of yours without a fucking thing between us, it’s not happening. Condom. Now.”
She froze, irrational hurt slapping her in the face. “You think—”
“I think that you deserve better than that.” His grip lightened, but not enough for her to actually move. “I’m clean, but I don’t expect you to trust me, and I don’t expect you to take a risk that might result in a kid. I don’t want there to be a damn thing about this that you regret, lovely. Not a single thing.”
There was that feeling again, the one that fluttered in her chest—like panic, but not at the same time. She smothered it, though it took more effort this time. “Where?”
“Center console.”