Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 154379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Savoring each mind-bending caress.
Flames flickered low in my belly, desire a warm glow that steadily crawled through my body.
Theo’s left hand slipped down to the side of my neck, a cold clash with the heat, and his nose brushed mine as he let go of a weighty exhale.
“Fuck, Piper,” he rasped. “Kissing you shouldn’t feel like a dream.”
The words were woven through as the man dipped in to nip and pluck at my lips.
“Shouldn’t feel like the best thing I’ve ever felt.”
The fire was stoked as he traced the pad of his thumb along my jaw before he sank back in.
Deeper that time.
His tongue stroking against mine, pulling me into that dream.
It was like riding a wave.
Like falling.
Like floating.
Weightless.
Caught between heaven and hell.
Because it was perfect and not nearly enough, and my hands were tightening in the fabric of his shirt, desperate for something I knew I shouldn’t ask for.
Theo must have felt it, too, because a growl rumbled in his wide, powerful chest. The sound rose up his throat and flooded into the kiss.
Lust that he poured out against my tongue.
He pushed in closer, and he pressed me against the wood of the door.
Energy lashed and intensified.
Need burned brighter as something inside him seemed to snap.
Every inch of his solid body seared into me. His erection enormous and throbbing at my belly.
He rocked himself against me.
“Piper,” he grunted as both his hands slid down my sides, gripping and begging as they went. “Fuck, what have you done? Gonna wreck me.”
He lifted me off my feet so my shoulders were hitched to the door and my legs were wrapped around his waist.
My dress rode up to expose my panties where I was basically sitting on his jean-covered cock.
I couldn’t even sense the rush of the cold. Not with the wildfire that flashed through my being.
A moan ripped out of me as I rubbed my aching center over him, my hands going to the outside of his shoulders to hang on. “Theo, please…I…”
“Love that sound. Your voice that I can’t get out of my mind. Haunting me night and day. Want to hear it moaning my name. Want to hear it on repeat as I make you come again and again. Want to hear it playing like a song as I write myself so deep in you that I’m the only thing you can feel. As I show you that you’ll never experience anyone or anything like me again.”
I whimpered at his gruff words as I struggled to get closer.
“Theo,” I gasped.
Big hands found my bottom, and he used them to roll me against him. He leaned over me, his forehead dropping to mine as he grunted, “You’ll never be the same once I get my cock inside you. You want to feel it, Piper? You want to know what it would be like to have my cock filling you so full you can’t feel anything else?”
Yes.
I wanted to shout it.
Moan it.
Beg it.
Instead, I kept rubbing myself against him like it would be enough.
Sparks of pleasure lit as he kept rocking me against his hard length.
I sucked for air.
For clarity.
All while a huge piece of me wanted to give and experience this.
I wanted him to mark me.
Claim me.
Ruin me.
Because that’s what I’d be.
Ruined.
I knew it with the way my spirit was bending toward him. Connected to him in a way that I didn’t understand. As if fate had guided Nelly’s hand as she’d randomly set her finger on that map. Leading me here to him.
He looped an arm around my waist as he ground against me, hard and desperate, and his other hand skidded up my ribs under my jacket before he was palming and squeezing my left breast.
A tease of perfecting bliss rocketed through my insides, and I arched against him.
His breaths were short and jagged, his kisses manic as he spun us into mayhem.
A frenzy that screamed.
Muted laughter suddenly cut into the disorder, and Theo went rigid as his head whipped back and his attention flew to the left where the sound was coming from.
A flashlight wisped back and forth over the glinting snow as the muted laughter and hushed voices came nearer.
Theo quickly settled me onto my feet and stepped in front of me as three teenagers came into view where they were sneaking out from the woods. Teenage boys who were probably about sixteen who’d been staying here all week.
Each morning, they loaded their snowboards onto the top of a monstrous SUV before they headed up to the slopes with who I assumed were one of their parents.
One was hugging two bottles of alcohol to his chest as they slinked through the snow.
They stumbled to a stop when they saw Theo standing on my porch. The man looked like a phantom with the bare glow from the lamp hanging on the wall lighting him from behind.