Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
His biceps were bulging beneath the shirt, his hands clenching at his sides as if he was trying to control himself as well. Something shifted in Hannah, this feeling that she didn’t have to worry, that she didn’t have to be afraid. She was here with Scars, and everything was… good.
A tingling started in her belly, and her arousal continued to burn slowly inside her. It moved swiftly, so fast she couldn’t wrangle it in. She didn't want to.
What’s happening?
Hannah swore his eyes flashed fire at her as he slowly dragged them up and down her body, as if he couldn't help himself, couldn’t stop himself from checking her out.
She felt bared and raw in the best of ways.
God, she felt like she wore a neon sign above her that said she wanted Scars with a fierceness that controlled her. And it was clear her desire for him was obvious. Why else would he not even try to hide the fact that he checked her out? It made her feel… powerful.
Scars moved toward her even more, and Hannah couldn’t pretend like he didn't remind her of this predator, this stealthy panther or lion stalking with so much power that she knew he’d eat her alive.
For the first time in her life, she wanted to be with a man. She wanted to feel what it was like to be touched by one, held by one… stroked from the inside out by one. She wanted to give herself to Scars in every way imaginable. She’d never had sex, was so inexperienced in anything remotely romantic or sexual, but right now, she was burning alive and didn’t even care about any of that.
She. Just. Wanted. Him.
He was just so big that his entire body took up her all of my eyesight. And with the slow, steady pump of music all around her, the scent of him filling her lungs, and the masculine sexuality he threw off, Hannah couldn’t slow the arousal train as it moved through her veins.
“Scars.” She breathed his name out and watched as he flared his nostrils, as if scenting her, taking in her arousal… knowing she was wet for him.
13
Before Hannah could tell him to kiss her, to touch her, make her feel things she’d only ever fantasized about, he had his hand moving over her neck and sliding to her nape. He gripped her gently but firmly and pulled her forward until her body was now deliciously pressed against his. With her breasts to his hard chest and her head tilted back so she could look into his face, Hannah got lost in his eyes. She felt drunk.
The air left her lungs so forcefully that she felt dizzy for a moment, or maybe it was the lust beating in every corner of her body.
She knew he could see the need clearly on her face. It felt like her body would combust, implode if he didn’t touch her, didn't let her feel that fire she housed on the inside and let it wash over her on the outside.
“When I look at you…” he paused, closed his eyes for a second, and exhaled roughly. When he opened his eyes, he almost seemed pained. “When I look at you, it hurts something fierce, Hannah.”
Her breath caught. “Is that bad?” Please don’t let it be bad.
He shook his head slowly. “No,” Scars said softly. “God no, sweet girl.” He lifted his hand and ran his finger along her cheek, and she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. “You’re so innocent, so vulnerable. I just want to keep you close and protect you. I want to make sure no one gets close enough to hurt you.”
She slowly opened her eyes and blinked up at him. “I want that too. I want you close too.” She shouldn’t have said that, but she held strong, letting those words hang between them.
The low, deep-rooted sound that came from him showed Hannah that his arousal was just as strong as hers. It was like she stared into a mirror, the desire so thick it drowned them both.
“We have all the time in the world,” he murmured as he stared at her lips.
“I know. But I want that time to be now.”
With a harsh groan ripping from him, he lowered his face toward hers, his lips now so close she felt his breath moving along her lips.
“This all right? This is slow enough?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “But I don’t want slow. I’ve had slow my whole life, it seems. I just want you and how you make me feel.”
“Hannah.” The way he said it sounded gravelly and harsh, as if it was painful for him to say, and with one more growl, Scars crashed his lips against hers and made her forget about everything but this one moment.