Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 68102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Could she move back?
But she was so close to grabbing them.
Then the blankets slipped away, freeing one breast, so she definitely had to do something.
Forward or back?
And that was the moment the door opened and Colm stepped back in.
Of. Fucking. Course.
17
Colm stepped into the bedroom with Miller’s heating pad, some painkillers, a bottle of water, and one of his shirts.
Because he thought it’d best that she put something on . . . all that creamy skin on display was too much for him to ignore.
But he didn’t want her wearing the stuff Miller had left for her. Nope. He had some sort of caveman instinct telling him she had to be dressed in his clothes.
Probably some way of claiming her or something.
Whatever it was, he’d decided not to ignore it.
As he opened the door, he froze as soon as he took in the sight of her.
She’d moved.
And that demanded punishment.
Although he wouldn’t punish her while she was injured.
Plus, she’s not yours to punish.
Which she should be thankful for.
He had to do something, though. Otherwise, she’d never believe him to be a man of his word. But what?
Unfortunately, he was probably just going to have to scold her.
However, her disobedience wasn’t the only thing that had him freezing.
Nope, that would be the small, perfect breast now on display. He’d been on his best behavior before, not really peeking at her naked body.
However, he was no saint and there was only so much he could take before he broke.
So he stood there and took in his fill of her stiff, peachy-pink nipple. The plump breast that he wanted to cup. His mouth watered at the thought of sucking on her nipple, on listening to her cry out as he took it fully into his mouth.
There was nothing he liked more than playing with a woman’s breasts, except, maybe, for eating her out.
But this wasn’t just any woman.
This was his woman.
Even if she didn’t know that yet.
He tried to get himself under control. He knew he couldn’t do anything until she was his.
But fuck if he wanted to listen to himself.
“Sofia,” he growled.
“Um, sorry.” She tried to move back into place and draw the blanket up over herself, but he let out a low noise of warning, and she froze.
“Pull the blanket farther down.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
“Do as I say.” He closed his eyes for a moment.
Easy, man.
“You have a safeword,” he reminded her. And he fully expected her to use it.
When he opened his eyes to stare at her, he was sure she’d be covered up.
And that was for the best. It would give him a chance to chill the raging need in his blood.
So, no one was more shocked than him when she did as ordered, drawing the blanket away from her breasts. She held it just under them, keeping the rest of herself covered.
Fuck. Him.
She was so damn gorgeous.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he told her as he made sure the door was locked before walking over and dumping everything on the bedside table. “You’re also in so much trouble.”
“I was just trying to put some clothes on,” she defended herself.
“You were told not to move. You disobeyed me. I’d likely edge you for the rest of the night if you were mine. Play with you, bringing you close to orgasm, then pull back.”
Her eyes were wide as she gaped up at him. “You wouldn’t!”
“Oh yeah, baby. Then you’d suck me off and sleep with my hand cupped around your poor, needy pussy, keeping it warm and hungry.”
“That . . . that’s so mean!”
“Hmm. But you’d learn to obey me, wouldn’t you? Of course, if that didn’t work, I might need to try other punishments.”
“Like . . . like what?” she whispered.
“Like tipping you over my lap and spanking your ass.”
“You . . . you can’t do that!”
“Baby, you have no idea what I can do,” he drawled. “But lucky for you, I won’t punish you while you’re in pain or until you’re mine.”
She gulped heavily. “I can’t be yours.”
Perhaps he should have felt rejected or maybe dejected at her words.
But Colm had let her push him away once. When he thought she was with someone she wanted to be with.
They still hadn’t gotten to the bottom of that.
However, Oleg was no longer a barrier between them. Colm hadn’t planned on letting him remain a barrier.
After his initial anger at her rejection, he’d decided to regroup and figure out a way to win her.
“Don’t you know that denying me something makes me just more determined to have it?”
“You’re nuts.”
“Nuts for you.”
She groaned. “That was terrible.”
“Terribly good?”
“Uh, no. Terribly bad.”
He sat on the bed, facing her. “I can be terribly bad if you want.”
Then he reached over to cup one breast, but she jolted and winced in pain.
Shit. What was he doing?