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)
A disorder of need and desperation tossed with a feeling of belonging.
“I’m pretty sure it’s you who has obliterated all logic,” I murmured.
He suddenly reached out, big hands gripping me by each side of the waist as he hoisted me from where I sat on the couch. He pulled me over to straddle his lap.
I had to bite back the squeal that streaked up my throat.
My hands shot to his shoulders to keep myself steady.
To keep from floating away.
To stop this fall that felt inevitable.
He tilted his head back on the cushion, staring up at me as he released the gruff words, “Or maybe it’s just the two of us together that makes everything go boom.”
“What happens when we get burned?” I rasped.
Theo splayed his palms out wide, gliding them around to grip me by both butt cheeks.
He dragged me forward and rubbed my center against his hard cock.
There was no stopping the gasp, and I arched into him, my back bowing as a flicker of pleasure whipped up my spine.
Edging forward and pressing his mouth to my neck, he kissed up and down. “That burn would feel so nice, wouldn’t it?”
“Yes.” It was a masochist’s admission.
“Whole day, I’ve been thinking about making you come again,” he muttered, hands guiding me in a slow rhythm against him.
Only his jeans and my sleep pants separated us.
The friction the most sublime sort of tease.
“Thinking about the way your body comes alive under my hands. Way you fuckin’ glow when I send you soaring. Want to do it over and over again.”
I whimpered.
“Do you want that, Pipes? Do you want me to send you soaring again?”
“I’ve been thinking about it nonstop. I think I almost got myself fired daydreaming of you.”
Apparently, there was no longer any lying when it came to him.
His chuckle was low. A tremor that skated across the surface of my skin. “Not goin’ to apologize for being a distraction.”
“Because you’re cruel and wicked.” I breathed it like my own praise as my fingers rode up the sides of his thick, tattooed neck, before I grasped the longer pieces of his hair as he rolled me over him.
“How do you feel so good?” I whimpered quietly.
It was kind of ridiculous that he could wind me up to nearly boiling by merely rubbing himself against me.
He punted me one of those arrogant smirks. The one that made him look dark and delicious and like every single thing I should never want.
“Barely touching you.”
“And it’s almost too much.”
“You want me to stop?” It was a seductive threat.
“I’ll stab you if you do,” I wheezed.
Rough satisfaction skated from his mouth. “We can’t have that happening now, can we?”
He shifted me up higher onto my knees.
Clinging to his wide shoulders, I looked down at him, the man slung back on the couch as he gazed up at me.
His body dark and menacing.
This foreboding man who made me feel as if I were safe for the first time in so many years. As if I had the chance of a life that I’d believed stolen.
Such dangerous thinking.
But that’s exactly what he was.
Dangerous.
“How are you so beautiful?” Theo rasped it into the lapping night. “How do you manage to make me feel like I’ve been knocked senseless every time I look at you? Stealing my mind and stealing my breath.”
What I was terrified of was that he was stealing my heart.
“So damn perfect. You’ve got everything I thought I knew tangled,” he continued.
I could almost discern a ribbon of guilt woven into the words, but he didn’t give me time to evaluate it before he rubbed his hand between my thighs.
Sparks lit, and I gripped him by the shoulders, leaning my weight on him as I held back a moan.
“You like that?” He uttered it quietly. So savage and deep. “So fuckin’ responsive to me. Can feel the way you need it. The way you need me. Way this sweet body is begging for me to set it free.”
“I didn’t know I needed anyone until I met you.”
Did it make me a fool to admit it?
He glided his left hand up my side, over the loose sleep sweater that I wore. He cupped my breast and grazed his thumb over the pebbled peak of my nipple.
With his right, he undid the tie to my sleep pants. He loosened them enough that he could slip his hand underneath.
He grunted when he found me bare and aching, and he ran his fingers through my folds.
“Drenched and missing your underwear,” Theo gritted.
Moonlit eyes sparked in the night.
I suppressed a groan by biting down on my bottom lip, my lungs quaking as I began to pant.
“You really are trying to do me in, aren’t you? Were you prepared for me, Little Liar? Making it easy for me to get to this needy cunt?”