Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
She was still craning her neck to take everything in when he laid her down on the soft sage-green comforter. Embarrassed at how cheap and mismatched her furnishings were compared to his, she began to feel self-conscious. Not only did this room scream taste, it was shouting money, money, money! The headboard alone probably cost more than what she had spent on her apartment furnishings in total.
Wrapping her arms across her chest, she wanted to make an excuse to leave.
As if sensing her hesitation, Doom placed a hand on the bed next to her hip to give her a kiss that had her reconsidering that option. So what if he has money? He can be my sugar daddy anytime, she thought mischievously as she appreciatively watched him walk to a dresser and open a drawer. When he came back, he removed her T-shirt, replacing it with the one he had taken from the drawer. Then his hands went to his hips to pull his sweatpants off.
He climbed onto the bed, his mouth pausing a centimeter away from hers. “I wish I could take the pain you’re feeling away, but I can’t. All I can do is share your grief with you. I can’t make your parents better, either, but if you need a shoulder to lean on, use mine. You want to feel warm enough, so you’ll never have to worry about forgetting? Honey, I can do that too.”
Covering her mouth with his, Doom drove the chill out of her bones with the warm glide of his tongue. The man kissed as if he had a PhD in the art of what to do with his tongue. She tried not to think about the numerous women Doom had gained his experience from. Damn, she wanted to hate them, but being the one benefiting from their instruction drove the emotion out of her mind. How could she hate the ones who had gambled their heart on Doom before her?
Twining his tongue with hers, at the same time as his legs, Doom rocked their bodies until he was on the bottom and she lay on top of him. His hands went to her waist to scrunch the T-shirt over her breasts, leaving them dangling. Detaching his tongue from hers with a slow glide to the roof of her mouth, he lifted her higher over him, latching his mouth onto a nipple.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to see you in my shirt?”
“No.”
“Too fucking long,” he moaned against her breast. He lowered her body onto his to plump her breast. “Your breasts are the perfect size.”
“They aren’t very big,” she lamented one of her pet peeves about her body.
“Woman, anything bigger would just be a waste for me.” Licking the crevice between her breasts, his mouth turned to the other one eagerly waiting, tugging at the nipple with his teeth. Arden felt a searing heat hit her groin like a nuclear blast.
Startled, she froze.
Doom released her nipple to lift questioning eyes to hers. “Did I hurt you?”
Embarrassed, she shook her head, unable to meet his eyes. “No.”
At his confident smirk, she tried to throw herself off his supine body. “I hate you.”
He placed a restraining hand on her belly so she couldn’t get off the bed.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. These little beauties are—” he squished the offending nipple between his finger and thumb, “very sensitive.”
Shrugging her shoulder, she managed to free her nipple.
His smug look brought the competitor out in her. It was time to bring some heat his way.
Exploring kisses traveled down his chest as she moved her body over his. Darkly tanned skin felt smooth as satin. Arden showed her appreciation of his body with each kiss and caress as she searched for, to her, unchartered territory. For tonight, and until Doom called it quits, she was his. He was her property as much she was his.
Doom is mine. The heady thought emboldened her. He had to like her to have claimed her in front of The Last Riders, didn’t he? She could deal with like. It was more than any man had felt for her before. What she saw as imperfections, he made her feel as if she should be walking on a Victoria Secret runway.
From the moment she had seen him at The Last Riders’ clubhouse, she had felt a burgeoning awareness. Masking that she had developed a crush on him had been difficult when she was working at the bar. She knew the exact moment when Doom had become aware she was hiding her feelings. The first kiss they shared had done her in. He had read her feelings like a blind man read braille.
Committing each sensation of touching him to her memory so she could remember it in the long years ahead after he left Ohio, she boldly slid between his thighs, her hand reaching for his protruding cock, her tongue going for the glistening tip, until Doom’s hand went to her hair to pull her head back.