Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
I couldn’t breathe and was thankful for the counter right behind me to keep me steady.
“How I feel for you, what I want from you… confuses the fuck out of me.” He opened his eyes and I was struck by the blueness of his irises.
“How you feel for me?” My voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.
“What I want with you consumes me, Charlotte. It has since the moment I saw you last night.” He lifted his hands and put them on the counter on either side of me, caging me in, his massive chest blinding me to everything behind him.
Good, I loved that.
“All of that just after last night?” I’d meant to say that in my head, but the words spilled from my lips before I could stop them.
He nodded slowly. “After one look, Charlotte. And that’s when I knew I had to have you.” He swallowed roughly. “That’s when I knew there was no stopping what I wanted, what I had to have.” He took another step toward me. “And that was you as mine. Only mine.” This low, dangerous sound left him, and goose bumps formed along my arms and legs. “And the very thought of another man touching you, looking at you, fucking thinking they can have any part of you, has rage filling me. I’m already so damn jealous.”
I got lost in the blue depths of his eyes, hearing the truth in his words, and how much I wanted them to always be real.
“You don’t think this is crazy, too fast?” My words were spoken so softly I didn’t know if he’d even heard.
“The best things are unexpected,” he muttered, his gaze flickering down to my mouth. He lifted his hand and cupped my cheek, his palm big warm, the calluses on his fingers telling me he worked with his hands, did manual labor. I was so soft compared to him. “There’s no way I would have stayed away.” He smoothed his thumb along my cheek. “And if you hadn’t come to my cabin, I would have come to you, found out everything about you, and made you see we belonged together.”
I sucked in a breath.
He moved his other hands along my arm, over my hip, and stopped on my belly. Everything in me tightened. If he just slid it lower, he’d be touching the most intimate part of me.
He leaned in a little bit closer, our mouths only an inch apart. “Ask me to touch you,” he demanded.
I didn’t hesitate. “Touch me,” I whispered.
And then he did just that. He cupped my pussy, pushing the material of my jeans against my cleft and causing me to rise on my toes, my mouth parting, the air leaving me. He hummed in approval at my reaction.
“I can feel how fucking hot you are. I bet you’re wet for me, soaked, aren’t you?”
I could only nod. I still had my hands on the counter behind me, gripping the granite for dear life. He let go of my cheek and placed his hand right beside one of mine, still caging me in.
We breathed the same air, and I wanted to beg him to kiss me, to ease the ache he caused. But I was scared, afraid to be so bold. Yet it was like he read my mind, because before I knew what was happening, Mateo had his mouth on mine, taking possession of it. His tongue was like silk against mine, and his hand was like fire between my legs as he slowly rubbed me. Even through the denim, I felt how good it was, felt how sensitive I was.
I couldn’t think straight, let alone stand on my own. I instantly reached out and gripped his biceps, holding on, letting the pleasure course through me. I curled my nails into his bare flesh, and he hissed but then groaned. I knew he liked that sting of pain.
He leaned back an inch, took the hand that had been between my legs away, and gripped the back of my hair, tilting my head back, baring my throat. He was aggressive in the best of ways.
“God, you’re so fucking pretty.” He kissed me again and again. “I haven’t been with a woman in so long, so damn long. Years, Charlotte.” He breathed against my mouth. “But what I do know for certain is I’ve never fucking felt this way. Not once in my life.” He kissed me again, harder this time, and I melted into him, loved that he held me so tightly, so thoroughly. The sting of his hand in my hair, pulling the strands as he mouth-fucked me, had my toes curling.
“Mateo,” I moaned.
I leaned up to kiss him, to stroke my tongue along his lips. I felt Mateo’s body harden against mine, felt the stiff outline of his dick press against my belly. I was wet, drenched.