Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 131459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 526(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 526(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
And she did.
“Yes, it can.”
He wrapped his hand around hers at his chest, leaned away when she leaned in, and said, “Honey, trust me. You don’t want to get involved with me.”
The heat faltered in her eyes as bewilderment fought it.
“Pardon?”
“You don’t want to get involved with me,” he repeated.
“Why?” she asked.
To get them beyond this, especially for her, Tom gave it to her plain.
“I’m no good for you.”
Her head quirked, the heat gone, she was now completely bewildered.
“Come again?”
“You deserve better.”
“Better than what?”
“Me.”
Now openly dumbfounded.
“Better than you?”
He tried to pull away.
She followed him.
“Honey,” he whispered.
He watched her get serious, studying him to the point it felt like she was examining him.
Then she said softly, “Oh my God, you believe that crap.”
Tom started to get pissed.
She let his shirt go and caught his head with both hands.
“Tom, you slept with kittens.”
“You’re reminding me of that because…” he prompted.
“Because that’s you. Because you…you…” She shook her head. “Because you’re you.”
“I care about you.”
“I know.”
“I’m attracted to you.”
She shot him a smile he also felt sear through his cock.
“I know,” she repeated.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Well, Mr. Pierce, I don’t want you to hurt me either. And guess what, big man, I know your history. You laid it out all over the kitchen, and it seemed to me you were pretty damned thorough. I’m also a big girl. So here’s something for you to take in right fucking now. This is my decision. And in all that shit I was listing earlier, I’ll reiterate a big one. You don’t get to make my decisions for me. I know what I’m getting into, and if you hurt me, I made myself a fool. But you’re not going to hurt me, are you, Tom?”
He stared down at her.
“Are you?” she pushed.
He looked into her blue-blue eyes, open, intense, honest, expectant.
Hopeful.
And then he said, “It’s Dr. Pierce.”
“What?”
He put his hands to her hips.
“It’s Dr. Pierce, baby.”
He felt her frame twitch under his hands.
She smiled.
Then she pounced.
Tom met her midway.
He wasn’t going to fuck her for the first time on his landing, and she kissed like she wanted to devour him.
He wanted her to do that.
Just not on the landing.
This meant he had no choice but to break the kiss again.
She made another noise.
It was time to get where they needed to go.
He caught her hand and pulled her to the baby gate that guarded the hall to his room.
She gasped as he lifted her and dropped her over the other side. Without delay, he swung over it, leg after leg.
He then grabbed her hand again and dragged her to his bedroom.
He flipped on the lights and got her to the side of the bed where they stopped.
He meant to go on, but she said, her eyes moving around the space, “Okay, this room is the fuckin’ shit.”
“I’ll give you a full tour later,” he offered.
Her gaze came to his. “The shower?”
He grinned at her. “That’ll be first.”
He didn’t know if it was what he said, or her watching his grin.
On the landing, she’d pounced.
Now, she attacked.
There was no way in fuck she was taking this over.
He’d waited too long for her.
She was his.
But she was like wrestling a lioness. She was gangly limbs and power and cunning.
She was about touch and exposure, and she didn’t give a fuck about clothes tearing.
She was mouth and those tapered nails of hers and lots and lots of hair all over his skin.
She was lips and teeth and eventually, there was nothing for it.
He had to maneuver her to her back, spread her legs, go down and latch on.
There they were.
She settled like a contented kitten and opened to him.
He hummed his victory into her cunt.
She moaned and swung a leg over his shoulders.
Her mouth was a dream, but her pussy was heaven, musky and sharp and tart and so goddamned wet.
Fucking fuck.
Perfect.
Mika writhed and she made noise, Christ, abandoned. It slithered across his skin. Drove up his ass. Slid along his cock. Hardened his nipples.
He heard it shift, sensed her tense, and lifted his head to demand, “Don’t come.”
She lifted her head as well, eyes and expression dazed and gorgeous, “Baby, don’t stop.”
“You come when I’m in you.”
She readily agreed. “Okay, then get in me.”
“I’m not done.”
“Tom.”
He licked her while she watched.
Her eyes rolled back, and her head dropped.
He grinned and went after her again.
And kept at her.
And more.
Until she had his hair in a fist, and she was chanting, “Tom, Tom, Tommy, sweetheart, baby. Need you.”
It was time.
He moved away, reaching to the drawer under the bed for a condom.
She molded herself to his back while he did, kissing his shoulder, neck, running her tongue along the line of his hair there.
But she sat back and watched with greedy eyes as he rolled on the prophylactic.
“Why, Dr. Pierce, you have a very big, very pretty dick,” she teased.