Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
I smile wide. “Me either.”
He pushes me against the kitchen counter and kisses me. My eyes drift shut as he trails kisses down my neck. I’m completely in the moment with him.
He leans back, staring at me. “You’re so beautiful.”
I blush. I feel like telling him he’s the epitome of male beauty, but I lean up, claiming his lips with my own. Because that’s what I want to do right now. Claim him. I want this man to be mine, and only mine.
I want him inside me, so once I finish kissing him, I lower my night pants. He watches as I lift my t-shirt over my head and fling it to the floor.
“So fucking needy,” he says right before kissing me once more, removing my clothing as he does.
It’s so crazy. We’re right here in the middle of the kitchen, but I no longer care when his body comes in contact with mine.
He repositions me, so my chest is against the cool granite countertop. He slaps my ass as he spreads my legs. “I hope you know I’m never letting you go.”
And I hope he means every word. Because I don’t think I can ever let this man go, either.
“You’re mine. From now until forever. You are mine.” He sinks his dick inside me, pushing slowly as I take him all the way in.
It feels better than the times before, mainly because I know what to expect now, but more so because of the words he’s said to me. I am his.
And I want to prove it to him.
I lean my head back, wanting his lips on my own. But he doesn’t give me what I want. Instead, he teases me, kissing down my neck and to the back of my ear.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he says as he thrusts deeper into me.
“A kiss,” I moan out.
He murmurs against the shell of my ear, “Is that it? Just a simple kiss?”
I nod, and he wraps his fingers into my hair until he closes his hands into a fist and tugs gently. “Please.”
He leans, breathing me in. “You’re being such a good girl, making me want to come all over your ass. I guess I can reward you.” He kisses me, his tongue going nearly all the way down my throat. I moan out as soon as he breaks the kiss.
He ramps up his speed, rocking his body into me harder. He controls my movements and leans my head down, and I place my cheek on the cool counter.
The sounds of our love-making echo throughout the kitchen, and my body takes flight. I’m no longer thinking about tomorrow or the future. I’m only thinking about my body’s fire right now. How there’s a current pulsing through my veins and I want to reach that pinnacle moment where everything comes crashing back down to earth. And I want to reach it with Ranger. I want him to be the man who drives me higher and higher. My heartbeat races so fast I may keel over and die, but I no longer care, because I feel like I’m flying.
My body builds and my core tightens. “Yes, oh god, yes,” I scream out.
Ranger goes faster, groaning out strings of curses that would make a sailor blush.
I have to say it turns me on in the most wicked of ways. I love the filth that possesses him when he’s turned on. I love the control he loses when he scans my naked body.
It’s like he’s seen nothing so sexy, and it makes me want to do anything for him.
“Come all over me, sweetheart,” he groans out.
He reaches around with one hand and rubs my clit, and it makes me go temporarily insane. My body bucks beneath him and I reach my orgasm just before he reaches his. He pulls out, releasing all over me once more. I’m beginning to love it.
“What are you doing to me?” he mutters, and I’m not sure if he meant for me to hear that. It was low, like it escaped him before he could stuff it back in.
“The same thing you’re doing to me,” I breathe out.
Chapter 21
Ranger
This woman is doing something to me I can’t quite comprehend. Making me break rules I never thought I would.
I kiss the back of her shoulder before leaving her to find a towel. I clean her up quickly and Tory leans off the counter, picking up her clothes. We clean up the kitchen together, and when we’re done we settle on the couch together.
“So, do the crystals have a special meaning, or are they just crystals?” I ask, picking up what looks like a pink rock.
“That’s a rose quartz, and the crystals emit an energy.”
“What energy does this one emit?” I turn the crystal over in my hand, trying to feel this energy she speaks of.