Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Oh, fuck. My balls surge with even more tension. Urgency drums into me. It’s like a primal voice is howling inside to claim her now.
It is cold, I type. But you shouldn’t tell me that, Scarlet. You’ll give this strange man dark ideas.
Another shiver moves through her curvy body. I wish I had my hand on her hip every time she did that. I’d be able to feel her lust coursing through her thick shape.
What sort of ideas?
I swallow, knowing I shouldn’t cross this line. There’s something else stopping me, too. I’m not experienced with women. Of course, I’ve been on dates before, but I’ve never hungered like this. I’ve never felt like, just by being close to a woman, I’m on the verge of snapping.
Climbing into bed with you, I type. Keeping you warm. Those sorts of ideas, Scarlet…
She makes a cute gasping noise. I stand slowly, the floorboards creaking, walking to the edge of the bed. She looks up at me with those wide, pretty eyes. It’s so easy to imagine those eyes getting wide as I lift her veil, slip the ring onto her finger, and lean in with a claiming kiss.
She types something on her phone. I look down when the text arrives. You want to get into bed with me?
I walk around the bed, standing close to her. Slowly, I nod up and down, keeping my gaze fixed on her the entire time. Kneeling, I smooth my hand over the sheets, finding her hand. The moment I touch her, I know that fighting this desire will always be absurd. Her warmth burns up my arm, chest, heart, and soul. I never usually think stuff like that—soul—but it’s true.
“Elio,” she whispers.
“You’re right,” I say, my voice so quiet. “You’re cold. You need me to warm you up.”
Nothing could stop me from doing this now. Leaning forward, I pull her toward me at the same time. She makes a gorgeous whimpering noise as I guide my lips toward hers, but she wants it, too. I can sense it. I can feel her passion. My woman wants it. Maybe not all of it—the future, the family—but right here, she’s ready.
A pulse of pleasure moves through me when our lips touch. I groan and push against her with more pressure, knowing I’ll never forget her reaction. It’s a moan of surprise that becomes a moan of pleasure. She opens her mouth. I find her tongue and taste her, groaning even deeper as I move my hand from her arm to her leg, squeezing, feeling her warmth through the thin fabric of her PJ pants.
“Oh,” she moans, breaking the kiss off.
I push her leg aside, panting, almost roaring. My cock aches so badly. I’m ready to erupt. I’m ready to tear off her clothes and drive my dick into her tight body. I’m leaking so much precome just thinking about it.
She reaches down and places her hand on my wrist, stopping me.
“What’s wrong?” I growl.
“We have to be quiet,” she whispers.
“Then bite a goddamn pillow. I need to feel your tight pussy.”
A shiver moves through her. I was right. It’s hot as hell when I’m touching her. I can feel her lust talking to me, like her body is telling me how eager she is. I move my hand up her leg, squeezing onto her thigh, getting closer to her core.
I almost come in my pants when she actually grabs a pillow, clasping it to her chest like she’s getting ready to bite it. My seed pushes against my tip, trying to burst out. She’s so. Damn. Hot.
Finally, I push my hand against her sex, pressing firmly against her slit. I can feel her wetness, her heat. There’s no doubt she wants this now. Her keen body is fucking soaked for me.
When I grab her pants, meaning to pull them down, she moans and grabs my wrist again. I growl, tugging firmer, letting the beast take over for a second. But no, that’s not true. If I truly allowed the hunger in me to dominate completely, I’d tear off her pants, climb onto the bed, push deep and hard, and start fucking her like a madman right away.
She squeezes my wrist. “Elio,” she whispers. “Not, uh, under the pants…”
I bite down and almost snap at her. Then I check that instinct. That would make me a needy, pathetic crybaby. I’m not going to force my woman into giving herself to me. We’ve got plenty of time for that, though my shaft is throbbing with the hunger.
Leaning forward, I kiss her again. I’ll never tire of her taste or how she returns the pressure. She’s nervous and then passionate and then nervous again. When I push my hand against her sex, she gasps, ending the kiss. She grabs the pillow and gets ready to bite it again.