Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 103008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“I want you to be the real you around me,” he whispers, his breath ghosting over my skin. “I’ll still like you. Actually, I’ll probably like you more. Hollywood types are not my thing.”
There’s a pause. A shift. For a moment, I could swear the world stops turning.
The warmth coming off him is insane.
My entire body screams to be touched, to be even closer.
We press against each other.
I risk glancing up into his eyes. They’re dark and hypnotizing.
“You’re valid, Harley.”
Something snaps.
One minute I’m staring at him, locked in another Brix trance, and then the next, my mouth is on his.
It’s not soft. It’s not caring.
It’s so scorching hot it’s bound to leave long-lasting third-degree burns on my soul.
His kiss is as firm as the muscles under my palms as I run my hands over his chest.
His lips are as gentle as his words.
But his tongue … his tongue is as demanding as my tour rider. It’s unyielding, and I melt under its demand.
I’ve never been kissed like this before.
Never.
The hands cupping my face move to the back of my head. One threads through my hair, and I let out a loud moan.
It’s hard to breathe, but I don’t want to come up for air.
I may never want to again.
Chapter Twelve
Brix
This is not what I brought him here for. It was not part of the plan.
Kissing him can’t be part of the plan, no matter how soft his lips are.
The way he becomes pliant in my hands does things to me I’ve never felt before.
I thought I liked it when guys fought back, when we’d struggle for dominance until I’d give in because I love being the one who’s not in control.
With Harley, the power he’s giving me is intoxicating.
I never meant to kiss him, but the pain in Harley’s eyes when he was rambling at me that he didn’t understand—that he didn’t get it—I just wanted to take it all away. His confusion, his distrust in me … All of it.
I’ve never had such a primal reaction before. I have the urge to protect instead of the duty.
But Harley is my duty, and this is wrong.
“Fuck,” I hiss and pull back.
And now, while he stares up at me with his stormy-blue eyes and a look of what the fuck just happened? I can’t bring myself to step away.
I have to.
I just can’t.
“Harley—”
“No.” He pulls me in closer, our bodies molding like soft clay around one another. “Don’t go and fuck this up with logic and rational thought, because after that kiss, I don’t know if they even exist in this universe anymore.”
That sounds about right.
I can’t think at all, let alone come up with a rational thought about why we can’t do this.
This time when I kiss him, I try not to get lost in him so fast. That lasts for half a second before we’re back to where we were—in a frenzy of heat and need where I can’t separate my actions from the debauchery in my head.
The ideas and thoughts of what I could do to Harley ping like continuous lightbulbs lighting up my brain and outshining the dark consequences of what we’re getting into.
I slide my hands down his back and grip the globes of his ass over his jeans. His cock is hard against my thigh, taunting me.
When Harley moans, I break completely.
If there was any hesitance left, it’s gone when Harley takes the lead and spins us to push me backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed.
Harley’s surprisingly strong hands grip my hips, steadying me so I don’t fall onto the mattress. His mouth breaks from mine and moves to my neck, sucking hard enough to make me go weak in the knees.
“Take off your clothes,” he rumbles against my skin.
Being overpowered is something I crave. I always have. It’s why I generally go for guys who are bigger than me.
I like being coaxed into submission and letting go of the control I have to maintain in my line of work.
I’ve always thought I needed to be forced to surrender under the touch of a stronger man’s hands. Turns out it’s not that at all.
Harley’s stature may not scream strong or powerful, but the way he’s handling me right now proves that doesn’t matter. His power is in his presence, in his voice, and in his firm but not painful grip.
It has me toeing off my boots and reaching for my belt without question.
We part to take off our shirts but come back to each other without missing a beat. We’re both struggling with our pants as our mouths devour. Taste. Consume.
I want every inch of Harley.
With a hard push, Harley has me on the mattress. I inch my way up until my head hits the pillow.
His naked body comes down on top of mine, skin on skin, and I’ve never been begging for it more in my life.