Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Is he waiting for me to say something?
“You…you didn’t?” I can barely even speak I’m shaking so much.
Slowly, he shakes his head and takes another step forward.
My God. He’s almost right on top of me now, towering over me like a muscled warrior.
I don’t even know what to do right now. All I can do is stare up at him like a helpless rabbit backed into the corner by a hunter.
“I’m a good man, Becca,” he says after a long pause. “I want you to know that.”
“Okay,” I reply, swallowing hard.
“But you…” He drags his eyes up my body, then slowly licks his bottom lip. “You make me want to be very, very bad.”
He moves in with blinding speed, and with one swoop, I find myself in his arms.
Yes. Oh, yes.
4
Becca
My heart stops, starts again, then pounds hard and heavy, each beat like a drum pounding inside my chest.
Is this really happening? I wonder. Then I feel myself being lifted, spun, and set down again on the couch. I feel Dax’s firm, warm, muscled body against mine, and I breathe his scent deep into my lungs and realize that yes, yes it is happening.
My pulse springs, racing, sending heat throughout my entire body. I have no idea what to do in a situation like this. Thankfully, Dax takes the lead.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” It’s a question, but the way he says it to me, I can tell he’s not looking for an answer. And that’s good, because there’s no way I’m giving him one right now. All I can do is stare up into his eyes, those blue eyes that seem to see right into me, as he slips an arm around my waist and moves right in.
He kisses me, and it’s like my being, my essence, is lifted into the sky like I’m on a rocket headed for the moon.
My first kiss…
And I couldn’t imagine it being with a better man.
We may have just met, but somehow I feel as though this has been destined to happen – like I’ve just been waiting for so long for him to make his move. It’s like we’re linking together as his lips press against mine. Maybe I’m crazy, but that’s how I’m feeling as I let my mouth open to accept his tongue.
My head is spinning with just how badly I want him. My lust reaches new heights as he moves his lips from mine and begins to work his way down my neck, the gentle heat of his breath caressing me all the way down to my core.
I know it’s wrong, but somehow that makes it even more right.
“I…wow,” I manage to moan. He brings his lips back to mine, and I feel his smile in them.
“You like that?” he asks. All I can do is nod.
More than you could ever know.
I wish I had the words to express what I’m feeling right now, but Dax is simply overpowering me in the most delicious way possible. His eyes blaze down at me as he raises himself up on one of his muscled arms and slips the other up my shirt to cup my breast.
I gasp at his touch – the first man to ever touch me there.
So this is what it feels like, I think as my hormones go into overdrive. Sure, I’ve felt sexual desires before, even frustration at times, but never anything like this. It’s like Dax’s touch has sent my body some place new. I can feel the wetness between my thighs and the desperate craving to be filled – a feeling so strong I couldn’t even put it into words if I tried.
There’s a gravitational pull down there, pulling at Dax, begging for his touch, desperate for him to take control like the man he is and fully utilize me for the woman I’ve recently become. My pulse is racing. My body is crying out. My back arches up off the couch, doing anything to be closer to him.
Dax takes me by the wrist and guides my hand between his legs, placing my hand on the thick bulge beneath his jeans. Every sensation inside me somehow increases – something I wouldn’t have thought possible.
He’s hard under there, and that’s because of me…
I can’t stop a dumb smile from crossing my lips. Silly, awkward me has had such an effect on a man like Dax? It’s like a fairy tale come true.
“That shouldn’t be there,” Dax smirks, his voice low and feral. “You’re my best bud’s daughter and I should not be all boned up because of you, Becca. But…I just can’t help myself. You turn me into a dog. I just can’t control myself.”
Dax’s words light me up inside, filling me with a pride I’ve never felt before. It’s one thing to be harassed by drunks like Trevor, but it’s something else entirely to have this kind of effect on a man like Dax – a man no doubt countless women would die to be with.