Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 139934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 700(@200wpm)___ 560(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 700(@200wpm)___ 560(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Ashe gripped his shirt on either side of his waist, but she didn’t distract him as they went out of the house down the walkway to his car. Even though it was still very dark out, she felt very exposed and knew he must as well, or he wouldn’t have his gun out and ready. He was all business, moving quickly, but she felt the tension vibrating through him. His muscular body felt like that of a racehorse, ready to run as soon as the word was given.
He set her feet down on the curb on the passenger side of the vehicle, his body pressing hers tightly against the car, shielding her from sight. “When I open the door, you get in, but stay low and put your seat belt on.”
She didn’t ask questions. If he saw something she didn’t, because she’d been hanging upside down, there wasn’t time to be discussing it. She’d ask questions later. She looked up at him and nodded. The moment her eyes met his, she knew she was in trouble. There was that whole danger, bad-boy thing she was so falling hard for right in front of her. Her body just melted. Right there in the middle of the danger zone, chemistry, hot and wild, very powerful, zinged between them.
He shifted position just slightly. His knee slid between her thighs, parting them so she found her pulsing sex pressed tightly along his hard thigh. It felt … delicious. She couldn’t help the experimental rub. At once, a thousand sensations poured over and into her. His fist caught in her hair and yanked her head back.
That alone sent a shiver of need down her spine. Her sex clenched in desperate hunger. Her breasts swelled, aching painfully, and her nipples were so tight and hard she feared if she touched them they would shatter. Then his mouth was on hers, and her body went up in flames. That fast. She’d never felt chemistry like that in her life. No one had ever kissed her with such passion. Such ferocity. As if he owned her body and soul and she just let him.
She wanted him. Right there. On the spot. To hell with the neighbors. He was wearing too many clothes and she needed to feel his skin beneath her palms. She forgot about her vow to not let him touch her. Her decision to leave. Or possible danger. Everything was gone from her brain. There was only Timur and his mouth. That beautiful, brutal, savage mouth that fed her fire and burned her soul into ashes for his own consumption.
His hand slid under her tee, fingers spread wide to take in her bare skin. She was desperate for his touch on her breasts. She needed that as much as she needed her next breath. His mouth left hers to travel over her chin and down her throat, leaving behind a trail of fire. She caught her breath on a sob of pure need.
His hands cupped her breasts, pushing them up like offerings and his mouth closed over her right one, through her shirt, sucking her deep into his mouth. The heat was scalding. So hot she was afraid of the burn, but she needed it, needed more.
“Undo your jeans.”
She didn’t hesitate. Not for a second. Her hands dropped to the waistband and she opened them, arching into his mouth, pressing her breast deeper. He pushed her shirt and bra up over her breasts and then there was nothing between his mouth and her soft mounds. Her cry was low, but she sounded shattered even to her own ears. She felt shattered. She had no idea chemistry could be like this.
“Push your jeans down, baby,” he ordered.
She did, immediately, her hands shaking. She didn’t want him to stop, his mouth felt so good, and he’d added his fingers and thumb, tugging and rolling, pinching so that streaks of fire ran straight to her clit.
“My trousers. Damn it, Ashe, hurry, just open them. Take my cock out.”
She did as he commanded, her fingers fumbling a little, but she opened his trousers and managed to free his cock. It was long and particularly thick. Intimidating, but she didn’t care. She needed him in her. She couldn’t wait another second. Heat spread through her when his teeth nipped. He tested her readiness and then he bit down again and a fresh flood of liquid coated his fingers.
“Turn around. Hands on the door.”
She spun around and then his hand was on the nape of her neck, pushing her head down while his shoe kicked her legs farther apart. He wasn’t gentle or slow. He lodged the head of his cock in her entrance and then he slammed home, driving through her tight folds, so that her muscles gave way reluctantly, gripping and fighting, but allowing his invasion. He didn’t stop until he was completely in her, all the way, the crown bumping her cervix.