Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 58952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Her ponytail bounced with every purposeful step, and he recognized that determined expression on her face, the one Chase knew from experience didn’t bode well for him. Not when she walked right up to where he was and literally stood toe to toe with him, leaving him no means of escape. She was so close she had to tip her head back to look up at him, but when she did, there was no mistaking the unwavering tenacity shining in her eyes.
“You wanted to kiss me out on the terrace,” she said, just like a statement of fact, which it was. “Why didn’t you?”
He swallowed back a groan. His hands fisted at his sides to keep from grabbing her, and the truth tumbled out before he could stop it. “Because you, Lauren Connelly, tempt me beyond all reason,” he said, the words coming out on a low, frustrated growl. “And you’re way too sweet and good for someone like me.”
She arched a brow, undeterred. “How about I be the judge of that?” she said, then a sinful smile eased across her lips as she placed both of her hands on his chest. She stepped even closer, brazenly pressing her body right against his. “Besides, what makes you think I’m so sweet and good? Right now, I’m feeling very, very bad.”
As she spoke, she lifted up on tiptoe, so when she said the last word it was against his lips, right before she kissed him. Her mouth brushed across his, her tongue flicking out to tease and taste and challenge his self-control, which didn’t stand a chance against the overwhelming need battling inside him. It didn’t take long for his restraint to crumble, and he reached out and slid his hands along her hips, gripping her soft curves through her jeans with his fingers as pleasure overrode everything else but the desire to take what she was offering.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders and her lips parted in another invitation, and he was the one who took the kiss deeper, exploring the recesses of her mouth with his tongue and earning a series of sexy, approving sounds that purred up from her throat and stroked along his cock like a caress. His brain short-circuited, and a harsh growl of arousal vibrated against their lips as he walked her backward until she bumped into the island. Without breaking the frantic, greedy kiss, he lifted her up and set her down on the granite surface, which was the perfect height for him to fuck her on, if he’d wanted to.
Instinctively, she widened her knees and more than a little out of his mind with wanting her, Chase didn’t hesitate to step in between, right where he belonged. Grabbing her ass, he hauled her closer to the edge, aligning the ridge of his cock right up against the seam of her jeans, his mouth still devouring hers. With a sweet, needy whimper against his lips, she wrapped her legs around him and arched her body, grinding her sex against the length of dick as if there weren’t any clothes separating them at all.
Framing her face in his hands as the kiss turned hotter, wilder, he thrust back, imagining what it would be like to bury every inch of his cock inside her tight, slick pussy and hear her cry out his name. To feel her clench around his shaft and come all over his dick as he pushed her over the edge and straight into a mind-bending orgasm.
The pressure and friction between them was intoxicating, as well as frustrating because it just amplified how much he wanted Lauren. Her fingers were in his hair, tugging on the strands, and even that bit of pain heightened the pleasure coursing through him. Everything about this steamy tryst was raw and unbridled, the complete opposite of bland and boring, and Jesus, he never did this with a woman. Obligatory foreplay was a given, yeah, but he couldn’t remember the last time, if ever, he’d indulged in a lengthy make-out session that had him so close to coming in his pants.
Before he did just that and embarrassed the fuck out of himself, he pulled back, ignoring the soft sounds of disappointment she made as he ended the kiss and untangled her legs from around his waist. Her hands fell away from his hair, and they were both breathing hard as he braced his hands on the edge of the counter on either side of Lauren as he stared into her heavy-lidded eyes.
“We need to stop,” he said, his voice sounding like gravel.
She shook her head, her lips red and swollen from the way he’d just ravaged her mouth. “No, we don’t.”
He groaned at the sultry invitation in her tone, because he was merely a man and she was temptation personified, and he clearly needed to be the voice of reason. He wasn’t going to fuck her, only to end things when they returned from their weekend together, because he was not a forever kind of guy. She deserved so much better than that. Than him.