Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
I furrow my eyebrows, not understanding him. Keep an eye on me? That doesn’t make sense. He just said he wasn’t keeping an eye on me for the twins. I try to move my hand out of his, but he tightens his hold on it.
“But you said—”
“For myself.” He answers my question before I get it out. “Treasure should be watched over. There’s always some fucker waiting in the dark trying to take it. I have to protect it. I have to protect you, Treasure.”
My mind flashes to the first night I met him and I could have sworn he called me “Treasure.” My breath catches. No one has ever used a cute nickname for me. My heart melts in my chest. Never in a million years would I have looked at this massive man in front of me and expected him to say something so sweet.
“This is why I don’t want to tell you some things about my past. I need you to…” He trails off, glancing away from me.
“Need me to what?” I push, drawing his eyes back to mine. I lift my hand to touch the side of his face. I want him to look me in the eyes. I need it for some reason.
“To fall in love with me.”
My mouth parts in surprise. Tank reaches for me. His other hand goes to the back of my head and he brings his mouth down onto mine.
I close my eyes momentarily, shocked as he kisses me. I feel him shift us. I wrap my arms around him when my chest meets his. I slide my fingers into his short hair and kiss him back with everything that I have.
I moan into his mouth when his tongue slides across my lips. It’s soft and sweet and I know he’s asking me to let him come inside me. I moan louder at my own thoughts, parting my lips to give him what he wants. A need to do that rises up in me. I want him to feel loved and wanted. I’m not only seeking this for him; I want the same in return. I want him to want me for who I am. I know it’s something he wants, too, but he’s scared to show me some parts of him. He revealed more with that simple confession than I think he knows.
Tank stands up, lifting me with him without breaking our kiss. His strong hands grasp my ass as we devour each other. He groans as I rub myself against the massive hard-on pressed into me. God, just thinking about how hard he is has me moaning again as I try to find friction against him.
Tank suddenly rips his mouth away from mine. “Fuck.” He scowls down at Tuesday, who is now rubbing on his leg.
“What’s wrong?” I immediately get self-conscious. Did I do it wrong? My heart pounds in my chest. Maybe he got carried away and doesn’t want to continue. I was practically dry humping him. Okay, maybe there was no “practically.” I was.
My eyes start to water a little, but I keep myself together. Barely. When you grew up with parents like mine, it’s a lesson you learned quickly. I shift, trying to get Tank to put me down. Space will help me get myself together. Right now I can still taste him on my lips and that’s not helping.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, his voice hoarse, his hold on me tightening.
“You’re acting like you made a mistake kissing me. Like you regret doing it,” I toss at him. I can’t keep the small wobble from my voice.
“Never, Treasure. Tuesday bit my leg. That’s the only reason I stopped,” he says with a smile on his face. “I’ll kiss you all night if you want.”
“Okay.” I barely get the one word out and he’s kissing me all over again.
CHAPTER 9
TANK
She tastes like apple pie, sticky and sweet. If this is what dessert tastes like to her, I can see why she isn’t interested in sharing. This is the type of thing you have to eat up by yourself. I kiss her mouth, her cheek, her eyes. I tongue the edge of her jaw, suck on the soft lobes of her ears and trace her veins down the side of her neck.
She moans and rubs her small body against mine. I lean back to take inventory. Her lips are rosy and swollen. Her cheeks are flushed and round. Her eyes look dark and hungry. Low in my gut, the fire burns. My brain empties out, leaving only instinct behind.
“Erika, I want…” I trail off because the list of my wants is so long and so varied that I can’t pick one to say first. I want to lick your pussy. I want to suck on those cherry nipples. I want to shove my dick down your throat and up your cunt. I want to kiss every inch of your body, taste all your secret places, memorize all your sounds and scents. I want to love you until I take my last breath.