Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
She looked down, and her cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink as she covered the evidence with her forearm. “I’m not lying.”
I took a deep breath. “Sugar, besides those nipples showing off for me, I can scent your arousal. You’re dripping for it.”
Her mouth fell open as she squirmed because she knew exactly what I meant. “I… I– no way.”
I shrugged. “Fine. You’re not wet for me. Then prove it.”
She cocked her head. “Prove it?”
Nodding, I sat back on my heels and crossed my arms over my chest. “Let’s see how wet you are.”
She held up a hand. “You are not touching my pussy.”
I lifted my chin. “You do it then.”
“I’m tied to the headboard,” she reminded with more of that sass, holding up her wrist with the rope dangling from it.
“With only one arm, and there’s plenty of reach. Use either hand. Slide those fingers inside that sweet cunt and show me. If you’re not hot for me, for this, then–”
“Then you set me free,” she cut in. “And I go home.”
This was a bargain she wasn’t going to win. I knew she was wet. I could smell her arousal, tangy and sweet in the air. It made my mouth water for a taste.
I leaned down, set my hands on the headboard on either side of her head, so our faces were close. So I hovered over her. So all she could see was me. A few inches more, and we’d kiss again. “If your honey’s dripping and covering your fingers, then I get to lick it up. All of it. From the source.”
Three things happened at once. She swallowed hard, and I imagined her taking my dick deep down her throat. She got wetter, her scent almost heady now. She also moaned, and I had to wonder if she’d ever had a guy go down on her.
Holy shit. I gripped a log of the headboard. If it wasn’t so thick, I’d have snapped the wood.
Was she a–
Was she smelling so sweet because she had her cherry? That she was untouched and all fucking mine?
I growled, and my dick spurted pre-cum.
“You a virgin, Riley?” I asked, the words raw and deep, clawing out of me, so eager to hear the answer.
She blushed and looked away.
Fuck, she was. “Oh, sugar.”
“I know I shouldn’t be one, but I’m not good at it, okay?” she said, her head to the side.
I frowned, confused. She looked ashamed. Why the fuck would she feel that way for not fucking some horny high schooler when she knew–deep down–that she’d been waiting for me?
“How can you be good at something you’ve never done?” I asked, reaching out and tucking her hair behind her ear. It felt like silk between my fingers.
“They said so,” she whispered.
I froze and my wolf went on alert. “They?” My voice was dark and deadly, but she didn’t notice. Who the fuck are they?
“Guys I dated. Made out with,” she explained. “Said I was… fat. Cold. Dull. Not worth… That–”
“Stop talking,” I snapped. I remembered what Tyler said about the kiss. He hadn’t mentioned that he thought she was fat. Or cold. But the kiss had been bad. Had her feelings been validated earlier by my own son? And dull? She shined so fucking bright those boys had been blinded. They no doubt felt lacking in her presence and pushed their problems onto her. Well, I was fixing that shit right fucking now.
Her gaze whipped to meet mine at my tone. “See? One kiss, and you agree with–”
I cut off her words as if my wolf slashed his paw through the air. “I’m angry because you believed them.”
And that those boys had touched what was mine, even though it sounded like youthful fooling around and nothing more.
“I–”
“It was them who weren’t worth your time. Even Tyler.”
Reaching down, I pressed my palm into my dick through my jeans. “See this?” I asked, and her gaze dropped. Grew as she figured out exactly how big I was. “It’s all for you, sugar. You make me so fucking hard. You’re not cold. Or fat, which is the dumbest thing I ever heard. One kiss, and I never want to let you up from this bed. Now show your mate how wet you are,” I ordered. When she continued to stare at me wide eyed, I added, “Do it.”
As if moving in slow motion, Riley slid her hand beneath her leggings and–fuck, was that a sight. I knew when she slipped a finger inside because her back arched. When she finally held her hand up, I gently grasped her wrist and kept it aloft between us. It was glistening. Practically dripping.
It was the prettiest sight in the whole fucking world. My mate was soaked.
“This… fuck. This sticky honey shows you’re not cold. You’re running hot. For me. The guys from high school were boys. Idiots. What you need is a man. A real man. Me. Your body knows it.”