Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“Of course, that’s not it. Don’t be stupid. I want you badly. Hell, I’ve always wanted you. From the moment I saw you, a fire ignited in my belly, and it hasn’t gone out yet.”
The longing in her eyes nearly tears my heart out. “I just don’t want you to break my heart.”
I take a step closer and then another until I see the flecks swimming in her eyes. Until I can count the number of times her pulse flutters at the base of her throat. My hands go to her shoulders and slide up to cup her sweet face.
“You’re just as likely to break my heart, Princess.”
“I’m not,” she insists.
“You are,” I insist back. “The difference is that I don’t give a fuck about that, not right now when you’re so close to being mine that I can already taste you on my tongue. I’ve been shot, stabbed, and left for dead more than a few times, but nothing scares me more than not exploring this thing between us.”
I press my forehead to hers so that all she can see is me, and all I can see is her. Until it’s just us, no bullshit.
“Me too,” she admits softly. “But how?”
I know what she’s asking because it’s the same question I’ve been asking myself since I realized she’s important to me. How can we make this work, the good little rich girl and the dangerous biker? I know that’s still what she thinks, but we are beyond that now.
“Neither of us are just one thing, Kenna. I’m a biker, and you’re a bitch.”
“Thanks,” she laughs and tries to shove me away.
“I’m quiet, and you’re not. I’m tough, and you’re sweet.”
“Sweet?” She laughs and looks up at me. “Can’t say anyone has ever accused me of that.”
“That’s because they don’t know you like I do. I see you, McKenna. That bitchy thing is a defense mechanism, and it’s worked out well for you over the years. But a bitch doesn’t put herself in harm’s way to find out what happened to her best friend. Doesn’t stare down a biker who clearly terrifies her to try and save her sister.”
I kiss her because I can’t not kiss her.
“You are so much more than you show to the world, and I love you because you let me see beneath the bitchy veneer. You let me see the real McKenna.”
“You unlocked her,” she whispers and presses her palms against the side of my face before she kisses me. Her soft hands hold me in a firm grip while her plump lips devour my mouth with an intensity she’s never shown before.
“No one has ever made me feel the way you do, Mark. You set my skin on fire and make my body throb with heat. You make me feel like a better woman than I am.”
As she speaks, she removes my kutte and places it on the desk beside us with reverence before attacking the rest of my clothes. My t-shirt flies across the room. Her fingers unbutton and then unzip my pants, shoving them down to my ankles.
“You are beautiful, Mark.”
“I love to hear my name on your lips.”
She smiles when I remove my shirt from her body, taking my time to reveal miles of creamy skin and supple curves.
“I love it when Mark makes love to me, but right now, I really want Ace the Bad Boy to fuck me.”
If that’s not the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever heard, I don’t know what is. “Princess,” I grunt and take another kiss, savoring the minty flavor on her tongue as it presses against mine.
“You’re mine,” I tell her and lift her in my arms, pressing her back to the nearest wall.
“Not yet,” she sighs, brows arched in a challenge.
“Fuck, I love you, Kenna.” Her legs wrap around me, spreading her wide. I dip two fingers between her legs and groan.
She gasps and smiles, cupping my face and nibbling my bottom lip.
“Apparently, hearing the man I love return the sentiment gets me hot. Really fucking…hot!”
The last word comes out on a gasp as I slam into her pulsing pussy.
We fuck hard and fast and intense, in total silence because we don’t need words, not any more. Everything has been said, and there’s no turning back now, so we just stare at each other, oddly fascinated with the twisting expressions we see staring back at us.
I pound into her, long deep strokes that pull sexy but soundless gasps and cries from her mouth.
Her hands slide from my face to grip my shoulders, to dig her nails deep into my flesh as she digs her heels into my ass muscles.
“Ace,” she whispers in my ear and then nips the lobe with her teeth. “Yes.”
She’s tight and pulsing, her orgasm is close, and I swing us around and lay her across my bed, our bodies still connected. I take a quick second to look at McKenna like this, halfway to pleasure, skin flushed a pretty shade of pink, nipples hard and calling to me.