Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“You’re beautiful.” I don’t know if he needs to hear those words. I don’t know if guys get insecure about how they look. But I want him to know it either way. I want him to know that his body is a work of art, one I can’t wait to touch all over.
“And you broke the rules,” he growls. There’s a playful glint in his gaze. “Where are your hands supposed to be?”
7
BROOKE
I step back at the reprimand in his voice and place my hands above my head. I hadn’t realized it before, but this position thrusts my breasts out. My nipples are sharp points, betraying my arousal.
“Good girl.” He prowls forward and drops his gaze to my chest. “I’m going to rip this open now.”
“Do it.” I desperately want to feel his skin against mine. It’s a need so strong that I don’t think I’ll survive if I have to go without it.
The sound of my shirt ripping is the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard. Cool air rushes over my skin and despite his earlier show, I’m still a little nervous. But there’s only appreciation in his eyes as he looks over my body. “Look at this beautiful body you’ve been hiding from me.”
He smiles when he sees my lacy pink bra, the one I put on this morning when I was thinking about him. Wishing for him. Longing for him.
Ryker caresses the little white bow in the middle, the look in his eyes is pure molten lava. Then he reaches for the clasp and with a gentleness that surprises me, he unhooks it. He removes the cups slowly, like he’s unwrapping a gift he wants to savor. He helps me out of it and the material pools on the porch.
The appreciation in his gaze when he sees me shirtless causes more moisture to drip into my panties. It’s not just the way he’s looking at me. It’s the little sounds of appreciation he’s making deep in his throat, tiny growls that let me know he finds pleasure in my body.
“Keep those hands up,” he murmurs before he drops to his knees. The new position puts him eye-level with my breasts, and he pauses to lick a stripe against the curve before circling my nipple with his tongue.
I arch into him with a groan. He feels so good against my heavy globes. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to get relief. “Ryker…”
When he takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks hard against the bud, I’m suddenly reminded of who I’m with. I’m standing here seducing my ex-boyfriend’s dad. It’s dirty and forbidden and so damn wonderful to have him sucking on one of my tits while he twists the other in his big fingers. He’s making me feel played with and used, like I exist for his pleasure. The thought only makes the throbbing between my thighs worse.
I call his name again, my voice trembling. I’m on the edge already. I’m not sure how much longer I can take his sweet torment. I want, no I need him to claim me. To make me fully his. I need to feel his big cock ramming into me and marking me.
“Not yet, angel,” he murmurs. “I haven’t gotten my taste.”
I whimper when he switches to my other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. He’s determined to make me wait. My pussy is tingling and feels so damn empty.
Ryker scrapes his teeth along my sensitive nipple. I jerk, surprised and delighted by the nip of pain that sends a lightning bolt through my body. I didn’t realize that a small sting could be such a turn-on.
He licks away the hurt before kissing his way down my stomach. He kisses across the scars and the cellulite and the stretch marks. He doesn’t act like I’m odd or broken. Instead, he worships my body. He treasures it and for the first time, I think that maybe despite everything that’s happened I could be beautiful. That my life could be more than this desperate fight for survival.
When he reaches my yoga pants with the big wet spot on the front, he buries his nose in the soft material and inhales deeply. He’s savoring my scent and maybe that should embarrass me. But it only turns me on more. This big, strong warrior who bows to no one is on his knees for me.
He grips the waistband, removing the pants and my underwear together. Then just like that I’m standing on Ryker’s front porch, completely bared to him. He’s staring at me as if he plans to devour me and part of me hopes that he does.
He parts my slick folds. “So puffy and wet.”
“It’s for you,” I murmur, feeling my cheeks heat. No one else has ever created this response. Sure, I’ve read a romance book or two that made me wet. But nothing compares to this man and the way he looks at me. His scorching gaze could melt me into a puddle.