Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
She clings to me, her slim arms wrapped around my neck as I carry her to my truck and lay her down, pulling her shorts up over her hips as she lies there breathless, eyes closed. I lean over her, grasp her face with my hands, and stare at her dazed, gorgeous face.
“I’m not done with you yet, princess. But if I take you home…I won’t be able to stop myself.”
She almost smiles–almost shrugs. “Then don’t.”
Fuck.
I lower myself onto her, pressing my cock against her core, causing her to gasp. But I stay buttoned up. It’s not time yet. Almost.
“Who do you belong to, princess?” I ask. “Tell me.”
She manages to open her eyes as she looks up at me, her lips swollen and her cheeks rosy. “You, Nash. I’m yours.”
Her response rocks me. I grind against her a little more–just to tease her. She whimpers and arches up against me. Yes, she wants me inside her. And that thought is about to level me.
“Not in the back seat,” I tell her. “You deserve more. But my place is nothing compared to yours–”
“I don’t care.” Her voice is soft, almost drowsy.
“I do,” I tell her. “I want you so bad, Grace, it’s killing me. But I want your first time to be perfect. Something you’ll never forget.”
She looks at me funny, like she thinks I’m kidding. “You’re…serious?”
I nod. “Deadly. You deserve more than the back seat. You’re royalty. You deserve–”
“Shut up,” she says, cutting me off. “Your apartment will be fine. Don’t make me wait, Nash. I’ll only wait so long.”
Her response shocks me, and after a moment, I’m smiling down at her. Yeah, this girl is incredible. The full package.
I lean down and kiss her again, slow and possessive, my body buzzing with need.
“That makes two of us.”
4
GRACE
The trip back to Nash’s garage is a blur. A hypnotic haze of tingling sensation, my entire body flush with excitement.
One minute I’m lying in the back seat of his truck, floating in a blissful cloud of orgasmic bliss, and the next I’m being carried into his apartment like I’m something delicate and precious. Like I belong to him.
And I do.
God help me, I know it now. I’m his.
His apartment smells like him–oil and iron, grease and steel, and the sweat of a hard-worked day. It’s dark as he carries me in and sets me down on his bed. I hear the sound of a chain being pulled, and a lamp lights up beside me, illuminating his severely handsome face.
“You have no idea what you do to me, do you, princess?” he whispers, his eyes devouring every inch of me. He looks hungry, like he’s starving and I’m the only meal he’ll eat.
I shake my head. “I–I don’t know…”
I can’t think. I can barely breathe. All I know is I want him.
I want him now.
Nash tugs my shorts off and tosses them aside. He spreads my legs wide and kneels between them like he’s staking claim to his territory.
He’s so big. From this angle, with this lighting, he’s even broader and rougher. I notice a small scar near his jaw–maybe from a fight? I don’t know.
What I do know is that when he looks at me, it’s like I’m the only thing on earth that matters.
“You look so pristine in my grungy apartment,” he says, wrapping his hand around my throat–not hard but just enough to let me know he owns me. “So innocent and open for me.”
My mind’s still fuzzy from how he pleasured me with his mouth, but his words cause me to squirm on the bed beneath him. My thighs squeeze together involuntarily, but he forces them apart again.
“No, princess. No hiding from me.”
I nod as a smile twists over my lips. He leans down and gently flicks his tongue against my neck. “Are you ready for me to make you mine?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
I wasn’t even ready to admit it, but the word slipped out, as if my body knew what I wanted to say before my brain did. But as I speak, I realize I’m done pretending. Done being afraid of wanting this man I just met.
Nash.
I want every bit of him: his mouth, his tongue, his hands, his…everything.
He grins down at me like a man who’s won something he never though he’d deserve. Then he yanks my panties down, leaving me fully exposed.
“Fuck. Still so wet for me.”
His mouth moves straight to my center, and I have to grab hold of the edge of the bed with both hands as his lips close around my button, still sensitive from what he did to me moments ago. His tongue circles and swirls over my most tender of places like he was born to do this.
“Nash…” I manage to somehow moan as he causes my insides to spark with an electric thrill. My head falls back, and I can’t stop my hips from grinding themselves against his strong jaw and soft tongue.