Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 131916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Nothing but a fucking lightning bolt.
Wasn’t much of a believer in fate, but I had to wonder if this woman was mine.
I rolled us so I was hovering over her, and I lifted her left arm. I kissed over the skin that I’d marked.
In grief we must live.
I mumbled against it, “There is so much life left in you. You might have been stricken, cut down so low, but that fucker couldn’t snuff out your light.”
She exhaled, and I kissed up her arm to the cap of her shoulder and then along her collarbone.
A whimper got free of her, and her nails scratched against my scalp. “River.” My name was a murmur.
A dream.
A plea.
It knocked through the middle of me like greed.
I eased back enough that I could roll her onto her stomach, and I crawled up over her. I planted my hands on the bed to keep my weight off her as I kissed along the backside of her shoulders and ran my lips down her spine.
Goosebumps lifted across her rosy flesh.
Fuck. She was gorgeous. Every inch of her.
All her scars. All her perfection.
I kept kissing lower until I was softly murmuring my lips over her scars. “Don’t think I want to make you forget anymore, Charleigh. Think I want to help you remember exactly who you are.”
She whimpered, then she moaned when I edged even lower, kissing at each side of her waist, up and over her hips.
My palms spread over her perfect, round ass.
In an instant, the mood shifted. Air still heavy, though it’d deepened with a thrumming density. With this thing that burned between us that I didn’t think could ever be put out.
As sure as the sun that rose every day.
“Please,” she whispered as her hands fisted in the sheets.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” I pushed back until I was kneeling between her legs, then I grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up onto her knees.
Her sweet little ass swayed in the air, her pussy swollen from me marking myself deep.
I dragged my fingertips through her lips. She jolted forward and rasped my name. “River.”
“That’s right, Charleigh. Told you the only thing I had in store for you was pleasure. Going to give it to you. Again and again.”
Fuck me. She was so damned sexy. Perfect for me.
I kissed and licked along the base of her spine as I palmed her ass in my hands. Kneading my fingers in. “Don’t know what you’ve done to me, Little Runner. Way I look at you and I feel like I’m standing on the precipice of something huge. Something bigger than me. Wanted to get lost in you the first time I saw you, and now that I’ve had you, I don’t ever want to stop.”
I kept kissing over her scars, down lower along the cleft of her ass.
She writhed and whimpered. “I don’t want you to. I don’t want you to ever stop.”
Her words impaled me. Taking hold. This woman a snare in my soul. Everything I couldn’t keep but I was set on taking, anyway.
Wasn’t like I ever played by the rules.
Greed pulsed through my veins. Hot and heavy. Her scent all around.
Cinnamon and clove. Pure fuckin’ spice.
I wanted to gulp her down. Glut and devour.
“Don’t plan on it,” I rumbled as I leaned down and spread her cheeks so I could swirl my tongue around her sweet, puckered hole.
Charleigh bucked on a gasp, rocking forward then back again.
“River.”
“Going to pleasure every inch of you.”
I eased off the side of the bed so I could grab another condom from the pocket of my jeans.
Yeah, I’d come prepared because I’d known when she’d fled from my house last night that once I caught up to her, I wasn’t ever going to let her go again. I was going to make this girl mine.
I covered myself while she rocked on her hands and knees, long locks of chestnut hair draped around her shoulders and brushing the bed.
Nearly got knocked to my knees when she looked back at me from over her shoulder. Cinnamon flecks shining with desire, caramel molten as that gaze devoured me like she felt the exact same thing when she was looking at me.
Like I was hers.
I climbed back onto the bed behind her, and I took her by the hips. She glowed at the connection, and that energy pulsed around us.
She kept watching me.
A vision wrecking my insides.
Complete ruination.
I dragged my fingers down her cleft then shoved two fingers deep inside her cunt. “Is that what you want, Charleigh? You want me to pleasure you? Again and again?”
Her head swished back and forth with the wisping plea. “God, yes, please.”
“Tell me I’m the only one who ever gets to do it.” My voice curled with gluttony.
“You’re the only one I’d ever want to. The only one who ever could.”