Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
His eyes caught the streetlight and for a moment looked like they glowed silver. His grin was definitely feral. I didn’t even know how it was possible because he was still holding my suitcase, but he somehow swept me up into his arms like a new bride and carried me up to the doorstep. I gasped and set my hand against his hard chest. Even without a coat he was warm.
Hot, even. Literally and figuratively.
“There’s no pressure, sugar,” he said in a deep, velvety rumble. “I need to keep you safe, that’s all.” He fit the key in the lock and pushed the door open. “But if you did want a repeat of our previous escapade, I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
The bastard winked. Of course, the wink was my undoing. I bit his neck. He growled.
“Make you a deal,” I whispered.
“All right.” He flipped on the lights. I shot my hand out and flicked them back off.
“Keep the lights off, and I’m all yours.”
He stood still for a moment. I couldn’t make out much of his face in the darkness, but his eyes still glinted, almost like an animal’s. Like he could see in the deep shadows of the room. But of course, that would be impossible.
“Deal,” he murmured, carrying me swiftly through the darkness, like he knew his way blind. He kicked open a door and lay me on a soft bed. I tugged off my coat and heard the thunk thunk of his boots hitting the floor. I toed mine off, too, then pulled my pajama top over my head.
This was going to work out perfectly.
He wouldn’t see my baby bump, and I’d still get to have fun. It wasn’t like we’d seen much of each other in the storeroom. My skirt had been hitched up about my waist, and he’d been too frantic to do more than yank my panties to the side. I’d barely gotten a glimpse of his dick. We’d had incredible sex without seeing each other’s bodies. We could do that again now.
In the back of my mind, I knew my reasoning was about as wonky as a tilt-a-whirl, but I ignored my better sense. I blamed it on the hormones. I’d never been hornier in my life than I had been since I started growing this baby, and the fact that it was Clint here with me…
I had to admit, he’d featured prominently in all my fantasies when I took the time to relieve my frustration with my fingers or my battery-operated boyfriend since the summer. He’d pretty much ruined me for all other guys.
I cupped my tender breasts, my nipples already hardened into tight buds.
Clint stilled then inhaled, as if he could see what I was doing, but that was impossible. The room was so dark, I could barely make out his outline. I heard the rustle of his clothing and tried to conjure an image of him stark naked.
I remembered from our night together he was made of solid muscle. Ripped abs beneath my palms so defined you could climb them. A long, lean frame. Thick, over-sized dick.
“Sugar, if you want the lights out because you’re embarrassed about some part of your body, can I just tell you right now that you’re perfect?” he rumbled, his voice coming closer. I felt the dip of the bed and imagined him setting a knee down and crawling toward me.
Oh yeah, I was totally prey.
I shimmied out of my pajama pants. I wasn’t wearing panties because, well, I was an Ob/Gyn nurse, and I knew the importance of getting air down there. I also knew the importance of more than one form of birth control.
“It’s not that,” I said, but my hand went to my baby bump. “I just feel more comfortable this way. Okay?”
“Sure. This time.” His gravelly voice hummed right beside my ear, and he pushed me onto my back, covering my naked body with his.
I shivered, relishing the shock of hot skin on skin. Clint nipped and licked down my neck to arrive at one nipple.
He flicked his tongue over it, cupping and squeezing my breast the way I’d just been doing. “You’re bigger than before,” he observed before taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking.
The corresponding tug between my legs made me arch up with a gasp. “Oh shit, Clint. Y-you can’t possibly remember,” I argued.
“Oh, I remember,” he swore, his breath fanning my sensitive flesh. “Nothing could ever make me forget the sight of those beautiful breasts bouncing while I gave it to you hard in that storeroom. I hadn’t even gotten your top off. Now, these gorgeous tits are all mine. I’m gonna give them the attention they deserve.”
A streak of excitement ran through me at his dirty talk. And the fact that he was dirty talking about me. My body.