Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Almost.
It makes me want to devour her whole, protect her from everything, and claim her as my own. I pull Tabby against me, capturing her mouth in a kiss that starts slow and sweet, a deliberate claiming, then quickly ignites. Her lips are soft, yielding, tasting of vanilla and a hint of something wilder. A tremor runs through her, and I revel in it. This…this is new.
My heart, which I thought had grown calloused over the years, is suddenly pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. This little thing…she’s dismantling me, layer by layer. I haven’t felt this vulnerable, this alive, in years.
My body responds in ways I hadn’t thought possible. A tightening in my lower abdomen, a warmth spreading through my thighs, a subtle ache between my legs. It’s almost painful.
Her vibrant green eyes are fixed on mine, wide and trusting, flecked with a desire that’s almost intoxicating. I see a flicker of nervousness, but it’s overshadowed by a simmering heat that sets my blood pounding. She’s a fragile porcelain doll, but with a core of fire. My body is responding before my brain can catch up. My pulse is a frantic drumbeat against her spine, my muscles coiled tight, aching to possess her. I haven’t felt this…consumed in years. It’s terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
My hands grip her hips, not gently, lifting her slightly, pressing her against the cool plaster of the wall. The satisfying pressure grounds me, a counterpoint to the rising heat between us. The pink of her hair brushes against my cheek, smelling faintly of strawberries. God, she's exquisite.
Her legs instinctively wrap around my waist, her soft center pressing deliciously against my hardness, a silent invitation. She moans softly, a sound that vibrates through me, and I devour her mouth, tasting innocence and a hunger that mirrors my own. The kiss deepens as my hand slides up her back, molding her against me, feeling the heat of her skin through the silk blouse. It’s a deceptively delicate fabric, hiding a core of fire.
“You’re perfect,” I murmur against her lips, my voice rough with desire. “Untouched. You’ve saved your virginity for me, haven’t you, kitten?”
That thought sends a jolt of possessive pleasure through me. She trembles against my hands.
Her lips part slightly under my pressure, inviting me deeper. I taste her, a sweet, innocent flavor, and it stirs something primal within me. A need to mark her, to possess her completely. To make sure every man that sees her knows she’s mine.
My hands explore, tracing the curve of her spine, feeling the delicate bones beneath her silk blouse. A warmth spreads through my fingertips, a tingling sensation that makes me want to burrow into her skin.
“What are you thinking?” she whispers, her voice breathless.
“I’m thinking of all the ways I’m going to claim what’s mine,” I growl, deepening the kiss, falling into the warmth of her tongue as it tangles with mine. Our lips part as I finish what I need her to know. “I’m thinking I’m going to bind you to me forever. You’ll be with me forever, body and soul.”
Her breathing comes in quick, shallow pants, eyes glazed with desire. Those eyes are fixed on mine, practically begging for more. I note the pulse throbbing in her neck, delicate and captivating. A small flush is creeping up her cheeks, adding to the vibrancy of her pink hair. She’s breathtaking.
“When?” Her small hand slides between us, caging my rigid length through my pants. The heat is immediate, searing, a pulse thrumming between my legs. I feel a pulse throb in my groin, desperate to be released, desperate to feel her wrapped around me. It’s almost painful, the intensity of my desire.
My hands slide beneath her blouse, exploring the smooth curve of her waist. A shiver runs through her, and I feel a tightening in my own lower abdomen. I want to feel her skin against mine, to taste her everywhere. I want to know every inch of her, to claim her completely.
My control threatens to snap. It always does with her. Years of building walls, of keeping everyone at arm’s length, and she's dismantling them with a single touch. I thrust against her palm, pinning her harder against the wall, feeling the satisfying pressure of her back against the plaster.
“Your grandmother is thirty feet away,” I remind her, a small, delicious restraint, even as my hand slips beneath her skirt, finding the warm, slick heat of her soaked panties. The silk feels like liquid fire against my fingertips, a promise of the inferno to come.
“Then be quiet,” she challenges, nipping my bottom lip with a playful bite. A tiny, perfect bite that sends a shiver down my spine. God, I love her defiance. It makes her all the more intoxicating.
“I want to feel you,” she whispers, her voice thick with desire.