Broken Hill High Read Online Sheridan Anne (Broken Hill High #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Broken Hill High Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
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Instant relief comes over him as he continues to hover in the doorway. I see indecision in his eyes but I don’t know why it’s there, until a moment later when he steps into my room and closes the door behind him before flicking the lock.

I watch him as he walks down around my bed, pulls off his shirt, and climbs in the bed beside me. He reaches out and wraps his arm around my waist before pulling me back against him. “What are you doing?” I question, feeling a little unsure.

“Just… sleeping,” he says.

I take in the feel of his arm around my body and realize that I wouldn’t have it any other way. “Ok.”

I can’t help but like it. The way his strong arm perfectly fits around me. The way his body presses up against mine. The way his fingers trace little circles over my shoulder before trailing them down my arm and lacing them through my own.

It’s intoxicating and it makes me feel… beautiful. Wanted.

I don’t know where the hell I find the balls, but I find myself turning in his arms so I can look up into those dark eyes. My shirt moves up my body with the movement and his hand finds the bare skin of my waist. He rubs his thumb back and forward, sending shivers all over my skin. It’s electrifying and has me tilting my chin up to meet his lips.

Nate kisses me again and it’s just as good as it was on the couch, in fact, in the darkness with the door locked, knowing the chances of getting interrupted are slim, it’s even better.

He rolls us so he hovers above me and my legs open and wrap around his waist, pulling him in tighter. I feel his arousal pressing into me and realize that I’m all in. I don’t know what’s happening between me and him, but this is too good to stop.

Maybe I mean something to him or maybe I don’t. Maybe this has all just been some sick twisted ploy to get me in bed. Maybe he’s about to pull away and humiliate me. Maybe I’ll be just another notch on his belt. But then maybe, he means what he told me in the hallway. Maybe he truly believes I’m so beautiful it hurts.

Just that slight inkling of hope, keeps me going. It’s too good to be worrying about the chances of this being a game. If it is, I’ll deal with that later, but on the slight chance that this is something real, I need to see where it goes.

Nate’s hand squeezes onto my waist before he slides it up my body, leaving a burning trail that has me desperate for more. Who would have known that just a touch by Nate Ryder could make me feel so intoxicated?

He takes the hem of my shirt in between his capable fingers and slides it up my body. It’s dark in here, but there’s light streaming in through the bedroom window, so I know without a doubt that he can still see my body.

Usually, I’d be nervous or feeling insecure, but not here. Not with him. The way his eyes flame with desire is enough to make me feel like the only woman in the world, especially as my shirt raises all the way over my head and he looks down at my body.

His hand slides up my waist and skims over my chest. I had expected him to dive in and grab them like most teenage guys would, but he doesn’t. He treats me like a masterpiece worth admiring and that makes it so much better.

He continues to kiss me while my hands roam over his muscled body. I slide my hands down his back and before I know it, my fingers are slipping into the waistband of his pants. I push at them, wanting to feel more when he pulls back and looks down at me. “Are you sure?” he questions. “Once I start, I’m not going to be able to stop. Not with you.”

I think about it for all of two seconds and I know without a doubt what my answer is going to be. Not going any further would be a crime. I pull him back down to me and his lips hover just above mine. “I’m sure,” I tell him.

With that, he presses his lips back to mine and allows me to slide his pants down his hips before he does the same with mine. I feel him on me, and I mean all of him. I was wrong the other day. There’s so much more than four inches.

His hand comes down my body and he expertly pushes into me with his fingers as mine wrap around him. He works me and my body screams out for more. He reads me like a map and gives me exactly what I need.


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