Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
My dick jumps at the thought of her whispering all her secrets to me. All I’d need to do is get my mouth on her pussy. I can guarantee I could get anything out of her at that point. My tongue is my best asset.
“Ford?”
“It’s fine.” I glance at Della. “Snack time?”
She nods and bolts from the room, clearly eager to leave our lesson. When I return my gaze to Landry, her eyes are probing and curious.
“What?”
“She really likes you.” Her lips curl into a smile. “I’m just surprised is all.”
“She only uses me for my cat.”
Landry’s smile grows and I find myself fixated on it. Her mouth is the most interesting thing in the room. Pink and luscious and lips made for kissing.
“Maybe,” she says as she walks over to the window that overlooks the city, “but at least she’s learning.”
Learning?
How to be a brat, sure. But learning anything from me? Hardly. I smother a scoff at her words.
“She was watching you and trying.” Landry looks over her shoulder at me. “That’s new for her. She’s so stubborn most of the time.”
“I wonder where she gets that from,” I deadpan.
“Family trait. Comes by it honestly.” The humor in her voice fades as her shoulders tense. “I shouldn’t be in here alone with you.”
I prowl toward her, unable to help myself. Landry Croft is our mark—the girl we’re supposed to mess with in order to make our uncle happy. This should feel like one of our usual jobs. Cold. Boring. Repetitive.
It’s not.
Like the sun streaming in, blanketing her angelic form, I’m warmed. The heat seeps through my skin and into my bones, thawing chilly parts of me that’ve been ice cold for the past year. I’m grateful our job is to woo her and pull her off track with her “arranged marriage in the making” because I can give in to my selfish craving. I can do this…
Her breath hitches the second my hands find her hips. A tremble quakes through her body, but then she tightens every muscle and goes still.
“What are you doing?” she demands, her voice breathy and confused.
“Touching you.”
“You shouldn’t.” Another shiver. “Seriously.”
Her hands move to cover mine, but instead of yanking them off her hips, she rests them atop mine. Taking this as permission, I dip down, burying my nose in her hair at the side of her neck. She digs her nails into the flesh on my hands. Still, she doesn’t slip out of my hold.
“Fate says otherwise.” I murmur the words near her ear. “We’re in the same classes and I’ve been hired to tutor your sister. Can we really ignore fate?”
“Ford…”
The name on her lips—the fake one—cools my blood. It’s kind of fucked up that we’re leading her on. And while Sparrow and Scout can ignore the guilt, I have a more difficult time.
“How long does snack time last?” I ask, letting my thumbs tease under the hem of her shirt, finding silky skin that needs touching.
“Forever if you’ll let it. She looks for any excuse to leave this classroom.”
“So we have time…”
“Time for what?”
I slide my hand beneath her shirt, gently caressing her stomach. “This.”
“Ford, we can’t.”
The tortured way she says those words has me wanting to lock the classroom door and proving to her we absolutely can.
“Why not, honey?” I murmur, nuzzling her hair.
She melts against me, leaning her head against her shoulder and baring her neck to me. I use my free hand to sweep the hair away and then press my lips to her sun-warmed skin. Her breathing comes in quick, shallow pants as I slide the hand under her shirt, higher and higher and higher. I think her breathing stops altogether when my fingertips tease along the underside of one of her tits.
She’s so responsive and fucking needy.
The things I could do to this girl. So many things.
“I want you,” I admit. I kiss her neck, this time more than a peck, tasting the sweetness of her flesh. “I know you want me, too.”
She doesn’t argue. Not so innocently, she rubs her ass against my dick that’s straining in my jeans. Landry craves for me to make her feel so damn good. And I will. When the opportunity arises, I’ll strip her bare, spread her thighs, and feast on her pussy until she’s on a high she’ll never come down from.
“I like you, honey,” I murmur, my breath hot on her neck. “And you like me too. This thing between us is inevitable. It was the second I laid eyes on you in class.”
With those words out of me, I cup her breast over her bra and suck on her neck. A hot as fuck moan escapes her. It lights a fire inside me with the need to consume this woman—to pin her down, lick her sweet spots, and drive my dick into her over and over again until we’re both sated.