Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“Try not to poke a hole in my uterus with that.”
He laughs, putting an arm around my shoulder and another behind my knees to pick me up and carry me. “No holes, I promise.”
He walks us into his bedroom, where Mr. Darcy is lying in the center of the bed. Dane ignores him and kisses me softly before setting me down, my cat jumping off the bed.
When he reaches into a bedside drawer for a condom and puts it on, I finally get to stare openly at his body. I’ve gotten glimpses in the locker room, but I had to pretend I wasn’t interested.
He’s all muscle, dark hair lightly covering his chest and trailing down. I feel a sudden stab of jealousy toward any woman who’s ever touched his body. I’m greedy, wanting to explore every inch of him and never, ever share.
When he puts a knee on the bed, he pauses, looking at me. A wave of self-consciousness hits and I jump off the bed and get under the covers.
He shakes his head and grabs the top of the covers, prying them from my hands and pulling them all the way down to the end of the bed so he can see me. I close my legs and he climbs onto the bed on his knees, easing them apart. He’s between my legs, looking at me with a wolfish grin.
“Why are you being shy? Can’t you see how much I want you?”
His erection juts out like a sword, long and strong.
“No one’s ever looked at me like this,” I admit. “It’s always been more of an in-the-dark, over really quick kind of thing.”
He picks up one of my ankles and kisses it, caressing my calf. “Not anymore. You’re too beautiful not to look at. You told me not to stop earlier. I’ll never stop. You’ll always come first.”
There’s a flutter in my stomach as he sets my foot back on the bed and leans forward, kissing my lips. “I haven’t wanted any other woman since I saw you, Josie. I need to know you want me, too.”
My heart swells for this beautiful, damaged man. He’s been hurt, but he’s still willing to expose himself to me and risk being hurt again.
“I do,” I say against his lips. “I...”
“What?”
“Never mind.”
He leans up on his elbows, looking down at me. “Tell me what you were going to say.”
I flush, embarrassed. “I was looking at you earlier and thinking...I hate any other woman who’s ever touched you. I know it’s irrational.”
He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I get it. I feel the same way about any man who’s ever touched you.”
“Yeah?”
He kisses me. “Yeah.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him down. “What’s a girl gotta do around here to get fucked?”
His amused smile slides away as he pushes himself inside me, not stopping to make sure I’m comfortable.
“Ah, that’s...big.” I shift.
“You wanted to fuck and I aim to please.” He pulls out and goes all the way back in at full force.
“Fuck. Slow down. I haven’t had sex in a long time and you’re used to groupies with gaping vaginas.”
He pulls all the way out, scowling. “You want me to fill that smart mouth up? Because I can do that.”
I bite my lip, smiling. “All I’m saying is slow down. Let me adjust. Appreciate the tightness of my inexperience.”
Amusement dances in his eyes, but he doesn’t say a word.
He kisses me gently and pushes himself in, more slowly this time. I thread my fingers into his hair and he buries his face in my neck, kissing me until he finds my most sensitive spot, right beneath my earlobe. Soon, he’s buried completely inside me, my legs locked around his waist.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he says in my ear.
He gets on his knees, putting my ankles on his shoulders, and I immediately miss the closeness of him. But from here, he’s able to play with my clit as he thrusts into me, and damn, is he good at it.
I feel myself climbing toward climax again, but what I want more than anything is to see him lose control.
“Show me what you like,” I say. “Please. Fuck me the way you like it.”
“I will, baby. After you come.”
He keeps thrusting, his fingers circling. When I see his strained expression, holding back his own arousal in favor of mine, I let go, coming even harder than I did the first time. It seems to go on and on, Dane’s expert fingers making it last.
“Keep your legs here,” he says, and I lock my ankles behind his head.
He leans over me again, one hand bracing himself on his headboard, and he pistons his hips, pumping into me so hard I have to put a hand against the headboard to keep myself in place.