Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
He chuckles once more, and I am drawn tighter than a bow. He reaches out, running his thumb along my bottom lip. “So sassy.” I nip at his thumb, and his breath hitches. “I have all kinds of things I want to do to you, but I should probably fuck that mouth for driving me crazy these last couple days.”
I run my tongue along his thumb as I look up at him from beneath my lashes. “I drove you crazy?”
“Fucking nuts,” he admits, his eyes burning into mine.
“Show me how crazy.”
He doesn’t move, and disappointment moves through me. “If I do, I won’t stop.”
“I won’t ask you to.”
Riggs’s eyes are pitch black. “You know this is a bad idea.”
“I don’t care,” I murmur.
“You’re too young.”
I shrug. “Can you not keep up, Grandpa?”
He narrows his eyes, but his grin is unstoppable. “Oh, that mouth of yours.” He chuckles as he leans in. “You won’t be calling me a grandpa when I get through with you.”
My lips curve. “No? Maybe Daddy instead?”
“Baby girl, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
“Prove it,” I taunt. “I have been flirting and goading you for the last four days, and you’ve done nothing but ignore me.”
He chuckles. “Oh, baby girl, I haven’t been ignoring you. I’ve been resisting you.” His eyes widen a bit as he bends forward, his mouth so close all I have to do is lean in to kiss him. I don’t, though. I wait. “But not anymore.” A deep rumble leaves him before he steps behind me on the next breath I take. I gasp when he presses his hard cock against my ass, my hips hitting the counter.
I reach for him, but he tsks me. “I said, hold on to that counter.” His voice is so authoritative, so hot. He wraps his fingers around my messy bun and pulls my head back, lengthening my neck for him as I once more do what he says. I cry out, my eyes drifting shut as he runs his nose along my neck. “You smell so sweet.” His words are tight, clipped, and I get the feeling it’s hard for him to speak. He trails his lips along my neck, licking and nibbling as he grips my hip with his other hand. “I bet your pussy tastes even sweeter.”
“Only one way to find out,” I purr, pressing my ass back into his groin even harder.
He groans loudly before sinking his teeth into the crook of my neck. I gasp, my body singing for him as he turns me in his arms, pressing our bodies flush. He cups my jaw, rubbing his thumb along my bottom lip. His eyes burn into mine, his lips parted as he stares down at me. In a low voice, rough and dark, he says, “If I become too much, let me know.”
I pull my brows together. “Too much?”
He nods. “I have a feeling you’ll break every fraction of my control.”
I nip at his thumb, and his breath catches. “That’s been my plan since I met you.”
His eyes widen only a fraction before he leans in. His lips brush mine, and I can see he wants to kiss me, but something is holding him back. Unable to resist, I go up on my tippy-toes and take his mouth with mine. A deep rumble shakes his chest when my tongue strokes along the seam of his lips. He opens for me, and once my tongue touches his, I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience. He tightens his hands on my hip and my jaw, and I swear I feel when his control snaps.
Riggs takes over the kiss, his tongue invading my mouth like he’s a treasure hunter and I’m the ultimate prize. He tastes like mint, his lips soft and thick against mine. He captures my bottom lip between his teeth, pulling back slightly, and I gasp again, rocking my hips against his. He is so hard, so thick, and I want every inch of him inside me. He releases my bottom lip, and then his hands are at my hips, lifting me up and onto the counter. We lock eyes as he runs his hands up my thighs and then moves between my parted legs. He cups my jaw with both hands and then drops his lips to mine in a searing kiss that has my heart pounding and my pussy begging for his attention.
I reach between us, going for his zipper, but he smacks my hand away. “What did I say about your hands?”
My stomach clenches. “Please, I want to feel you.”
He chuckles against my lips, his eyes possessing mine. “And you will. Everywhere. But since I met you, there hasn’t been a second when I haven’t thought about how your pussy tastes.”
I smile slowly. “You’ve been talking about tasting me since you got home, and still, your mouth isn’t on me.”