Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Imogene sighed and wiggled back a little farther into me, making me grunt and mutter, “fuck.” Every muscle in her body tensed; she even stopped breathing.
I dipped my head and nibbled on her ear, grinning when she blew out a breath and shivered. “Good morning,” I murmured.
“Um, Thatcher?”
“Hmmm, hearing my name in your raspy morning voice is sexy as hell, baby.” I kissed her neck, and my tongue darted out to taste her skin. A groan escaped my lips at the subtle flavor of cinnamon and sugar. I was convinced she was going to taste that sweet everywhere.
I gently tugged on her ear lobe with my teeth, then let it go as I scooted a few inches away so I could roll her onto her back. Her whiskey orbs were staring up at me with confusion, but there was also a spark of desire.
Quickly, I shifted so I was hovering over her, blanketing her entire body. I pushed her hair away from her neck, and my lips found purchase on the soft skin there. “You taste so fucking delectable,” I muttered before sucking lightly.
“I—uh—thought you were mad,” she stammered, even as she tilted her head to give me better access. “I figured you were taking me to get a restraining order or something.”
I chuckled and raised my head to look her in the eye. “No, sugar. Pretty much the exact opposite.”
“What?” she asked breathily, though she watched me warily.
“Now that I know about your obsession with me”—she blushed furiously and tried to break our eye contact. It was adorable, but I grasped her chin to keep our gazes locked—“I’m going to keep you as close as possible.”
“I don’t understand. You’re keeping me prisoner? I swear, I’m not a fanatical stalker or anything. You just have such a beautiful face, the artist in me couldn’t help capturing it on paper. You don’t have to—” She stopped rambling when I threw my head back and belly laughed. Damn, she was fucking cute.
“As appealing as the idea is, I’m not going to keep you prisoner, Imogene.”
“But you said—” I cut her off by placing my index finger over her pink lips.
“You have no idea what obsessed truly looks like, sugar,” I told her seriously. “I knew you were mine the moment I saw you for the first time. And, I’ve been preparing for you ever since. I wanted everything to be perfect so you would come willingly and never want to leave my side.” I shook my head ruefully and grimaced. “If I had known you were sleeping on the streets, I would have said fuck it and brought you home sooner.” I was going to be kicking my own ass over that for a long time.
“I didn’t think you’d ever noticed me,” Imogene responded with wide eyes, still confused but also curious. And perhaps it was wishful thinking on my part, but it looked like there was hope lurking in her amber depths.
“I more than noticed you, sugar. I claimed you.”
Her mouth dropped open and while I was tempted to take the opportunity to kiss her again, I knew once I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop. “Let me show you,” I whispered. Half-heartedly, I left the warmth of her body and climbed from the bed.
Imogene paled when she saw my almost naked body. Her eyes devoured me with a hunger that made me swell and harden even more than I had been from lying on top of her.
My big cock tented my boxers, and the movement drew her attention. Once again, her jaw dropped, and her cheeks turned bright red. She licked her lips, and I clenched my hands into fists and grunted, “Sugar, if you don’t stop looking at me like that, I’m going to give that hungry mouth something to suck on. And, that would be a waste of my come.” I didn’t think she could blush any harder, but I’d obviously been wrong.
“Why?” she squeaked. I wasn’t ready to explain, so I just shook my head and held out my hand.
“Let me show you something.”
Imogene slowly put her delicate hand in mine, and I engulfed it in my own as I helped her off the bed. She glanced down at her outfit and gasped. “Wh—where are my clothes? How did I get undressed? I’m not wearing any freaking underwear! Whose—”
I’d had enough of the wait and stopped the stream of words by yanking her into my arms and kissing the fuck out of her. She melted into me like I knew she would, her mouth opening to give me access. Her velvety tongue slid along mine as she tentatively kissed me back. I sighed and used every ounce of my self-control to pull back.
“Don’t worry about your old clothes. I undressed you. Hell yes, I looked my fill. But no, I didn’t give in to the desire to cop a feel. You’re wearing my shirt because I needed to know I was as close to you as possible, even if it was just my clothes,”—I turned her so that our sides were facing a tall mirror standing in the corner by the dresser. Then I angled her a little more so she could see the back. “And, I fucking love seeing you marked with my name.”