If You Want Me (Toronto Terror #2) Read Online Helena Hunting

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Forbidden, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Toronto Terror Series by Helena Hunting
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Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 147021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
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I slip my thumb between her parted lips as her eyes lift.

I’m so screwed.

We both groan as her lips close around my thumb.

My cock kicks in my joggers. Her nails dig into my thigh.

She sucks, running her tongue over the pad. I remember every moment of that kiss. Remember how soft she was. How perfect she was. Is. I doomed myself by kissing her. I’ll never forget it, and there will never be another who can compare.

She moans my name as I sweep my thumb along her plush bottom lip.

I press my lips to her temple. I’ve rejected her too many times already. Hurt her more than I’ve meant to. I can’t do it again. I don’t want to. “What do you need, Princess?”

“I don’t know.” Her hand slides between her thighs. “I’m so achy.”

“Do you want me to help you with that?” Fuck the consequences. I’d give anything to touch her right now.

She sucks in a breath. “Hollis?”

I shift, dropping my feet to the floor. My knee is stiff from being straight for so long. I pat my lap. “Come here.”

She turns, eyes wide and uncertain, like she doesn’t quite trust me. It makes sense considering how hot and cold I’ve been.

I skim the outside of her left thigh. Her skin pebbles under my touch. “Is this okay?”

She nods, eyes searching mine.

I pat the space beside my right hip and wrap my hand around the back of her leg, above her knee, tugging gently. She follows the cue, straddling my lap.

“Am I okay here?” she asks.

I nod. “You’re perfect, and so fucking beautiful.” I tug the zipper the rest of the way down on the hoodie.

“So are you.” She shrugs out of the hoodie and drops it on the couch beside us. “What about your knee?”

“It’s fine,” I assure her. I can only feel her right now. Nothing else.

She’s braless again. Her T-shirt is tight, conforming to every curve, and threadbare, her peaked nipples visible through the pale, worn fabric. I run my hand up her bare leg and settle it on her hip. “Tell me where you ache.”

She trails a finger over her breast. “Here.”

I brush over the tight bud through the fabric. Her eyes flutter closed as she moans. It’s the same sound she made when I kissed her. And it’s fucking addictive. I want to be the only person she ever moans for like that.

“Anywhere else?”

Her eyes open, and she drags a shaking finger down her stomach, stopping at the apex of her thighs. “Here.”

I pull her forward until she settles over my straining erection.

“Oh.” Her eyes flare. “I feel you.”

“Don’t ever doubt that I want you, Aurora.” It’s as much apology as it is honesty. “Let me get rid of that ache for you.”

She nods. “Please.”

Our eyes drop as I move her up and down my cock through the barrier of our clothes. It should not feel this good, but hell if I don’t want more of her little whimpers and moans.

“I can’t believe this is really happening.” She runs her hand through my hair as we find a rhythm. “I don’t think I’ve dry fucked since high school.”

My fingers dig into the soft, fleshy part of her ass as I level her with a glare. “Don’t talk about other dicks while I’m rubbing you on mine.” I am out of my mind with possessiveness when it comes to her.

A coy grin tips one side of her mouth, and she leans in until her lips are at my ear. “I like when you’re jealous.”

She has no idea. I slide my fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck, tugging as I rock her over me. “Such a little brat, aren’t you?”

Aurora leans back until our eyes lock. “You love it.”

“I fuckin’ do.”

“It’s better than I imagined,” she whispers.

I make a noise in the back of my throat as she drags her nails down the side of my neck and braces her hands on my shoulders. I could die with her hands on me, knowing it’s me she wants.

“I think about you all the time. About you touching me,” she admits. “In the shower, on this couch, in your bed, on your kitchen counter.”

“What else do you think about?”

“About your mouth on me.” She slides high, and the head pushes against her through layers of clothes. “How good it would feel to have your fingers inside me.” She rolls her hips. “What it would feel like to be fucked by you.”

If only she knew all the things I’ve dreamed of in the quiet dark of night.

She grabs her breast and tugs her nipple.

I cover the other with my mouth, sucking the tight bud through her shirt.

“Oh my God, yes.” She grips my hair at the crown and moans. “Please, oh God, I think—I think…I’m so close, Hollis. So close.”


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