Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Yeah, that’s me, a fucking Samaritan.
“Good girl. Never shy away from what you want.”
She cracked open her eyes, that green so dark it neared black. “I want you.”
Chapter Sixteen
She’d done it, she’d laid herself out there for him. Been honest about her wants and needs. Never in her life would she have ever thought she would be where she was.
And where was that?
Lying back in a tub, naked, with a man who wasn’t her husband touching her. One large, strong hand on her torso while his other continued to retain proprietary hold on her inner thigh. Her legs were out of the water and by all accounts she should be chilled, yet she was anything but.
Rosamunde had to hold her hips still because they nearly lifted to encourage his touch to brush her. His earlier touches still had her shuddering.
If he made her repeat it, she wouldn’t have the courage. Bryn didn’t say a word. Nothing but warm breath passed his lips as he kept his mouth by her neck.
“Look at you, baby. I wish you could see how sexy you look like this, all spread for me.”
Slick from the water, there was no resistance to his pushing a fingertip inside her slit. Her lips formed an ‘o’ even as she rocked into his touch. More. More. More. That was the singular thought scampering through her head.
She whimpered when he added another finger, forcing her body wider.
“There’s my good girl,” he cooed in her ear. “Take my fingers, baby. Christ, you’re gorgeous.”
She closed her eyes as a wealth of emotions flowed through and over her. She didn’t know what to do, where to look or how to act. So she gave in. Rosamunde gave up control of her body to this man kneeling beside the basin in which she bathed.
He thrust inside her, not hard, not deep and not enough. She needed more.
Releasing one of the sides, she moved her hand to grab his wrist and get more when he growled.
“Don’t you fucking let go of that side, lioness.”
“Bryn,” she moaned in protest but obeyed. The command in his tone was absolute.
He slid to the side and she could see the set of his jaw, how tightly it was clenched. The heat in his eyes as he ran them over her body in the water. Holding the sides, as directed, she sat up and nipped his chin.
His growl became louder and he pushed deeper inside her. Scissoring his fingers, he forced her wider. The burn was there, but it pushed into an incredibly pleasurable pain. And she craved more.
His palm cupped her while his thumb continued the torturous assault on her highly sensitive bundle of nerves. Every so often he scraped a nail over the nub, shooting more sparks into her.
More and more she shifted, thighs trembling as he worked within her. Thoughts scattered. Rosamunde felt the pinnacle she desperately sought nearing and she whimpered again, doing her best to follow his command and not release the sides. But it wasn’t easy.
The desire to shove her fingers through his thick black hair and scrape her nails along his scalp hit her. Hard. She didn’t want to do this with another person. Something inside her had clicked the moment he touched her.
He was her person.
And if this was all he would ever allow between them, she’d take it. Then selfishly hold onto the memory for the rest of her life.
I won’t think about him doing this to another woman. He’s not mine, it’s not my business who he brings pleasure to.
“Ow,” she yipped. Turning her head to him, she lifted her eyebrows. “You bit me.”
“You went somewhere else.” He pumped his wrist, increasing the burn and her craving. “I’m the only thing to focus on here, baby. Nothing else takes up a single spot in your mind, not when my fingers are fucking you.”
His crass words warmed her.
“To have you laid out before me on the floor or in a bed, Rosamunde, would be a gift no man in this world would ever deserve but I dream about having.”
The words fell from his lips so low she almost didn’t hear them. When they registered, her body softened a bit more. She wanted to experience the heavy weight of his hard body over her.
She wanted him to kiss her again. Facing him, she looked at his lips then back up to his eyes. His gaze was focused on his hand between her legs and she closed her eyes, trusting him to get her to where she needed to be.
A low laugh flew from him and she shuddered at the heat it grew within her.
“I don’t think so, baby.” His fingers stopped moving. “Eyes open.”
Two seductive words she obeyed without questioning why this man could simply give orders like this and she would listen.