Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“If you would just listen to me,” I growled my frustration.
Ian took a step back, and my heart sunk at it finally being ended, even if it was a catastrophe. But he didn’t walk away like I expected. No. He squatted down enough to grip my thighs and lifted me. My hands shot to his shoulders as he stepped us toward the bed behind me and tossed me back.
I opened my mouth to argue but choked on the words when he followed me to the bed. He situated himself between my thighs and pinned my hands to the pillow. His gray eyes locked me in place, and for the first time since we started, the flame grew more than my stubbornness, forcing back any argument. I was still annoyed at his arrogance but staring up at him and feeling the heat of him over me, it dimmed.
And maybe if he kept his mouth shut, we could make it through this.
2 Ian
For the first time, she was silent. My move had the desired effect and stole her arguments, only leaving behind the attraction lighting up her eyes, making them shine like the sun on the ocean. That attraction mixed with the same look I’d seen from six months earlier: pain and curiosity. Although the pain was much more subtle than the last time.
“Not so bossy now,” I taunted inches from her face.
Her wide eyes narrowing should have been my warning. Hell, the first second she put me in my place should have been my warning, because, in the next instant, she flipped me to my back, straddling me. All rational thought vanished as the blood rushed to my cock, now firmly planted under her heat.
With both hands on either side of my head, she leaned over, her long dark hair creating a curtain around us. “Does it worry you that I’m not some easy girl like you seem to be used to.”
“What can I say, women tend to flock to me, dropping their panties as fast as they can.” Unlike her, I didn’t mind being on the bottom. Especially with the way her breasts swayed under her gaping dress. But I liked the way she fought me. It made me harder than some coy smile and easy come-on.
She rolled her eyes, moving to sit up again.
“But,” I gripped her hips, loving her gasp. “I’m not worried about you giving in. I have no doubt it will happen eventually.”
“Shut up, Ian.”
I pulled a move of my own, quickly shifting out from under her, and letting her fall to her stomach. Before she could react, I straddled her legs and pinned her hands above her head again. Holding my weight above her, I brushed her hair to the side and ran my nose up her neck, lightly nipping the soft flesh of her ear. “So, you don’t want me to tell you how sexy I think you are?”
If I expected her to melt, I wasn’t paying attention.
She huffed a laugh. “I thought I was too argumentative and should let you take the wheel. Crazy was the word you muttered, correct?”
“You are definitely all of those things.” She stiffened even more at my confirmation, and I hesitated for only a moment, rethinking my words. Carina didn’t want me to woo her with sweet nothings. This was a woman who’d give as good as she got. Just from thirty minutes, I could tell she was ballsy and probably intimidated most men.
Good thing I wasn’t most men.
“But you are also, by far, the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.” I let my hips drop and pressed against her ass, wanting her to feel how hard I was.
She sucked in a breath that went straight down my spine to my aching balls. I tried to hold back my moan, but when her ass lifted to rub against my dick, it broke free.
I blocked out the click of the camera but could only imagine the photo she just shot. Carina’s arms pinned above her head. Her forehead pressed to the mattress, her body arched perfectly to raise her ass up. Me pressed against her; my lips parted to pant against her bare neck as I grinded against her.
“How far?” I asked, only loud enough for her to hear. We were just getting started, and while I wanted to strip her bare and worship her body, I needed to know her limits.
She thrust back again, rubbing my length. “More.”
I turned her, and her legs parted perfectly around my hips, making room for me between her lush thighs. Needing both my hands to feel every inch of her, I let her wrists go. Not wasting another second of mere glimpses of her cleavage, I ripped the button of her dress open not caring if it tore. I’d buy her a thousand more, I just needed to see her. She must have felt the same way about me because I heard fabric tear when she jerked my shirt over my shoulders to get it off my body.