Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
I reach across the center console, unbuckling her, and the moment she’s free of the confines of her seatbelt, I drag her across the car, pulling her straight into my lap so that she straddles me. Her arms immediately wrap around the back of my neck as she buries her face into the side of mine.
“I’m ruining everything,” she repeats, though I’m not sure she even realizes it at this point.
My hands roam up and down her back, and while this is the exact shit that I didn’t sign up for, it’s not the reason why I need to pull away. Despite the fact that I’m old enough to be her father, she shouldn’t be getting caught up with a man like me.
“That’s why you left tonight?”
Tilly nods against the side of my face. “You made it clear. I break my vow, and it’s over,” she reminds me as though those very same words don’t play on repeat inside my head all day long, taunting me with what I can’t allow myself to have. “I’m not ready for it to be over.”
“Nothing’s over, hellcat. You’re not escaping me that quickly.”
Tilly sits up, her spine straightening as her stare collides with mine, confusion brimming in those bright green eyes. “But you said—”
“Believe me, I know what I said, but nothing needs to end tonight.”
She nods, and as she watches me, her eyes so wide and trusting, it baffles me that I hadn’t worked it out earlier. It’s so clear to me now, and the longer she stares straight through to my soul, the harder it becomes to ignore. She might not understand just how deep this runs, but I see it clear as day; Tilly Bardot belongs to me. The only question is, what the hell am I supposed to do with her now that I’ve got her?
The last thing I want is to break her heart. The idea of her hurting because of me tears me to shreds, and at some point, we’re going to have to have that conversation, but it doesn’t need to happen after two in the morning while she’s fucked up. Tonight, all she needs to focus on is getting to bed without breaking anything.
A nervousness flickers in her eyes, and without warning, she leans into me and brushes her lips over mine in a soft kiss that has everything freezing within me. I go out of my way not to kiss the women I’m with. Sure, my mouth will dance over every inch of their skin, but I never kiss them on the lips, not wanting to confuse anything, yet as Tilly’s lips hesitantly move over mine, I can’t help but take her by the back of her neck and kiss her back.
I take control, and her body melts into mine, but as her hips begin to grind down over me, I pull away. “I’m not fucking you, hellcat. You’ve been drinking.”
“Shhhhh. I’m not going to tell anybody,” she says, her hips torturing me with their skilled movement as she drops her lips to the curve of my neck, testing my control as if knowing just how quickly I could snap.
My hands roam over her back, holding her tight as her sweet little cunt rocks against the strain in my pants. “You need to come?”
“Please.”
Desperation flickers through her stare, and despite refusing to fuck her, it doesn’t mean I can’t give her what she needs. Then, as she tries to relieve the ache between her thighs, I knot my fingers into her hair, tipping her head back and exposing the soft skin of her neck.
I dive in, kissing her below her ear and watching the way she squirms beneath my touch. I won’t even need to venture south to make her come, despite how fucking desperately I want to taste her. But I won’t allow that to happen, not when she can’t consent.
“Oh God,” she groans, grinding against me as I work my lips across her sensitive skin, giving her exactly what she needs as her body fills with pleasure.
My free hand drops to her waist, gently squeezing, and as those erogenous zones work their magic, Tilly comes apart on my lap. Her hips jolt against me, making herself come, and damn it, she’s so fucking beautiful when she falls to pieces like this.
“Fuck, Caesar.”
“That’s right, hellcat. Ride it out.”
She keeps moving, and while this is barely even a fraction of how I can bring her alive, there’s nothing less beautiful about it. It only takes a second before she reaches her climax, and the moment she can, her body relaxes against me, coming down from her high.
My fingers loosen in her hair as my lips stop moving over her neck, just hovering against her skin instead. “Shit,” she breathes, her chest heaving against mine. “How the hell can you do that to me without even touching me?”