Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 97364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Our bodies could not be any closer without actually touching, my chest rising and falling as rapidly as his. He looks like a wolf ready to attack again. I will be his sheep. All he has to do is say it.
His hands inch to the front of my button-down sundress. I watch them. He’d better say it.
I suck in a quick breath as he rips open my dress in one, quick jerk.
“I …” Ducking down, he bites the swell of my breast.
“Ahh!” I cry.
His tongue makes a languid stroke over the bite mark. “Love …” He rips my bra open.
I gasp again.
He licks a trail down my stomach, lowering to his knees. When he looks up at me, I feel nothing but gratitude for a disease that almost took my life. I see the reason I traveled 4000 miles to … live.
“You,” he whispers.
My eyes drift shut as he drags my knickers down my legs. I’m drunk on this moment—intoxicated by Theodore Reed worshiping my body. Breathe in … breathe out … one … two … three …
His tongue flicks my clit.
My teeth dig into my lower lip, my knees shake.
Four … five … six …
“You drive me so fucking insane.” Another flick of his tongue. “Every word …” Another, but a bit harder.
My hips jerk.
“Every look … I feel so … completely undone.”
“Oh … God.” This is sweet, sweet torture. I grab his hair to steady myself as he cups the back of my legs and presses me closer to him. His tongue diving deeper into me.
Seven … eight … nine …
Breathe in … breathe out …
Don’t think a second past this moment. This is life, Scarlet, grab it and don’t ever let go.
“Th-Theo …” My head thumps against the wall as I grab two fists full of his hair.
Ten … eleven … twelve …
I squeeze my eyes shut, jaw slack, breath held, so close to … God, I’m almost …
The back door, a foot to the right, starts to open. Theo reaches his hand over and slams it shut.
“What the hell?” Nolan’s voice sounds from the outside.
My eyes fly open.
Without taking his mouth off me, Theo moves us over against the door and flips the deadbolt. I try to squirm out of his hold. He shakes his head.
“Stop—”
He presses one hand over my mouth while his other hand hooks my left leg over his shoulder. I wrap both of my hands around his arm trying to move his hand from my mouth, but … Oh. My. God. It’s too late. He takes my orgasm with such command, I’m certain he is the better thief.
“Scarlet, what’s going—” Nolan’s voice is no longer at the door—it’s at the window on the other side of the door.
The blind is shut, but not flush to the window. He sees us: tits out and Theo’s mouth making out with my vertical smiley face. This is bloody brilliant. I can’t do anything because it’s physically impossible to stop the progression of an orgasm that’s already started. My abs pull tight, arse clenches, the muscles in my legs flex, desperate to capture every bit of pleasure. It’s a complete state of falling and nothing can be done to rectify the situation until I hit the ground. Then I will run to the bathroom with the now-two-separate pieces of my bra and my tattered dress, only to never come out.
Theo releases his hand from my mouth and my leg from his shoulder, then he kisses his way up my body, stopping at my breast.
“Ow! Bloody hell!”
The cheeky bastard grins with his teeth on the verge of breaking the skin of my nipple, then he bangs his fist twice on the door. “Go home, Nolan,” he mumbles with my nipple still in his mouth.
Fuck the cancer. I’m certain my death will come of complete embarrassment.
“Scarlet?”
My nose scrunches. It’s not like he doesn’t know I’m in here.
“Are you good?”
He can’t be serious. I know he saw just how good I am.
Theo’s tongue makes a trail up to my neck as he unfastens his trousers. Nolan needs to leave before Theo nails me to the door. I know this look in his eyes. He’s pleasured me once, and now he’s ready to guarantee I won’t walk straight for several days.
“Great … good … I’ll make sure your bike gets back to you … uh … bye!”
I grab Theo’s face, forcing him to look at me. “Say it again.” I grin, needing to hear him say it once more.
He licks his lips—licks me from his lips—and shakes his head as he shoves his trousers down enough to release his cock. “It’s not going to make me go easy on you.”
I know this. I would be disappointed if he did. Some men fuck much different than they look. Not Theo. He looks like a beast and he fucks like one too. There has never been anything gentle about him. It’s like riding in the front seat of a rollercoaster: I’m guaranteed to get jerked around, my body slammed in every direction, my stomach will be in my throat; I fear all the feels as much as I crave them and in the end I’ll feel a bit bruised and battered, but utterly satisfied with the biggest damn smile on my face.