Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
My breathing deepened, and I tried to cover it by crossing my arms over my chest.
He came closer to me. We were running out of space. Now he was so close I could smell him. Smell the sheets against my face first thing in the morning. Smell the smoke from his cigars, the vapors from his scotch. It sent a shiver down my spine.
He dipped his head, and I knew that kiss would bring me to my knees.
So I turned away. “I can’t do this again…” I avoided his eyes as long as I could. It took time to find the strength to meet his stare.
His angry stare.
“If I hadn’t warned my father, you would have killed him…and it would have ended anyway.”
“You want him dead yourself.”
“But I never would have known that.”
He stared, his eyes intense with longing.
“I can’t lose you again. It’s been so hard…” Tears welled in my eyes, but I made sure they didn’t fall. “There’s no scenario where this can work between us. It just…doesn’t make sense.”
His hand slid into my hair all the way to the nape of my neck. Then he fisted it like reins to a horse and tugged my head back to look at him once more. His eyes commanded mine, bringing our souls together as well as our eyes. “Then we’ll make it work this time.”
His mouth closed over mine for the softest kiss he’d ever given me. It was an introduction between our lips, a break before the storm. He took my bottom lip and gave it a gentle bite before he turned his head and kissed me harder, his hand supporting the back of my head.
It took a moment for my body to come alive, to understand this was real and not just a fantasy as my fingers slid into my panties. My mouth responded as the fire reached me, and I appreciated the taste of his mouth, the way his beard scratched me as we turned our heads to kiss in a different position. It was the closest thing to time travel. I felt like I was back in the hotel room, him about to devour all of me and leaving nothing left.
My hands yanked his t-shirt over his head, and my fingers felt his warm skin. They remembered him perfectly, the trace of his body, the way his chest connected to his tight stomach. I explored all the muscles of his arms and shoulders, felt like an artist molding a sculpture of a Roman soldier.
My hands moved to his jeans next, anxious to get that dick inside me as quickly as possible.
He kicked off his boots as his jeans were tugged to his knees. His boxers came with them, and that enormous dick with all its distinctive grooves and veins came free. He didn’t give me a chance to stare because he was ripping off my clothes with a lot more urgency than I’d just shown him.
Everything came off, my shoes kicked aside, my panties on the floor, my bra landing perfectly on the corner of one of the armchairs.
He got me on the bed, our weight making the old mattress dip. My thighs were already open and secured around his hips. My nails were hooked into his back, and I yanked him to me, desperate for his size to stretch me like old times.
But he hesitated.
He started to move away.
My ankles locked together and kept him in place. “I haven’t slept with him.”
His eyes locked on mine, his skin tinted red with arousal, his eyes dark with desire.
“And I know you haven’t been with anyone either.” I didn’t believe a word of his lies. He’d just wanted to hurt me—and it didn’t work.
He came back to me, guided himself inside, and then he sank.
“Oh god…” My nails sliced into his skin as I felt every inch of him buried inside me. “Bartholomew.” I could feel him throb. He was harder than I ever remembered.
One of his arms hooked behind my knee and opened me farther. He shifted upward, his face above mine, and he rocked into me with even strokes, hitting me deep every time, his hot skin rubbing against my clit over and over.
I was already there. Ready to catch on fire. My nails dug into his ass, and I yanked him over and over, the match lit and the wood crackling. “Yes…” It was embarrassing how quick it was, but feeling his dick instead of my fingers made all the difference. Seeing his intense eyes claim me like that was always my undoing. I came so hard my moans turned into whimpers. The tears I’d restrained earlier came free as rivers down my cheeks. It was so good, making me sink my top teeth into his shoulder because my body wouldn’t stay still. My hips bucked. My sex squeezed his with an iron grip.