Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
The feel of his hand under my chin, urging my head up, startles me. I look into his dark eyes. Max is beautiful. There’s no escaping that. His body is toned and well defined. It’s broad enough to make me feel small, and he has dark hair with just a hint of a lighter color running through it, here and there. Almost as if it has been lightened by the sun. Is that possible? Don’t they keep you confined in prison? The word prison shakes me and reminds me of all the reasons I shouldn’t be attracted to this man and of all the reasons I definitely shouldn’t let him be touching me. Just as I begin to list and enumerate each and every one, they go flying out of the window with his next words.
“You’re a dirty girl, Tess. I’m going to learn to control you with what your body needs—just because I think it is the most fucking beautiful thing I can remember seeing. But, don’t for one fucking moment forget who I am. It’d be too dangerous for both of us if you do that.”
His words rock me. I take them in, one by one, digest them, separate them and do my best to decipher them. I give up as he takes me by the arm and starts leading me through the swampy land that lies ahead. I should have my mind on watching for gators and other things, so I don’t die. Instead, all I can think about is having Max’s hands on me again.
We’ve been walking for an hour and haven’t spoken. I’m mad at myself. What was I thinking to touch her like that? I should have never let that happen. Now that it has, it’s all I can think about. She was on fire for me. I think it shocked her as much as me. She wanted it, hell she was ready to beg for it. I can’t manage to get her or her reaction out of my mind. Since I need to be alert right now, that definitely means trouble. I might have been okay if I hadn’t tasted her. I don’t know what inner demon possessed me to taste her sweetness off my fingers, but now that I have, I know I will want it again. There’s no way I will be able to walk away from Tess Oliver without another taste. Unless she stops me. That’s the only hope I have. Hell, it’s the only hope she has. If she doesn’t stop me, I will bury myself so deep in her that I will be able to remember every small detail of being with her and carry that with me back into the darkness when the time comes.
“Max, I need to rest, and I’ve got to go to the little girl’s room,” she says quietly, and you can tell she wishes she didn’t have to talk to me. Hell, I wish she didn’t have to at this point too. I ignore her and keep walking. It doesn’t take long, maybe five or ten minutes, before she jerks against my hold. “Max! I need to go to the little girl’s room!”
“In case you have missed it, Kitten, we’re in the middle of nowhere. There’s no little girl’s room out here.”
“That doesn’t change the facts that I need to use one!”
“Fine. Squat,” I turn around and order her. I stand back, crossing my arms over my chest and wait.
Tess has beautiful eyes that remind me of emeralds. They grow large as she stares at me. Her mouth drops open for so long that I push her chin to close it before half of the mosquito population of Florida flies in there.
“I’m not peeing in front of you! I don’t know you.”
“You weren’t saying that when I had my fingers inside of you,” I reason, enjoying the way the heat flushes her face. She looks like she wants to kill me and then stomps off the path we’re on and goes in the direction that will take her deeper into the marshlands. “Whoa! Where do you think you’re going?” I ask grabbing her arm and bringing her back to my side.
“I’m going over behind that big tree over there to pee,” she grumbles and jerks hard to get free of me. I let her go and find myself wishing that I wasn’t living on borrowed time. For the first time in years, I have the urge to take my time with a woman and train her. Show her everything that pleases me and learn exactly, what brings her the most pleasure. There’s a feeling deep inside of me that says this woman could be someone that would fulfill every need I’ve ever had.
She’s not mine to have. She never will be.
“Wouldn’t it make more sense to go that way? It will take us to the road quicker,” she grumbles when she makes it back to me. She looks annoyed, but sexy as hell at the same time.