Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 33577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Honey melted into me, her arms sliding up around my neck as she pressed herself closer. I backed her against the workbench, one hand tangling in her hair while the other gripped her hip. She tasted like sunshine and rainbows. Sweet and addictive. And I wasn’t a man who did sunshine and fucking rainbows, Goddamnit!
The kiss deepened, my tongue sliding against hers as a soft moan escaped her. The sound drove me wild, igniting a fire that had been smoldering since I first saw her. I lifted her onto the edge of the workbench, stepping between her thighs as her legs wrapped around my waist.
I used my hands to roam her back, her sides, hungry to feel more of her. When I finally broke the kiss, we were both breathing hard, her pupils dilated until only a thin ring of amber remained.
"Honey," I growled, my voice rough with need. "If we don't stop now..."
She silenced me with another kiss, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "I don't want to stop," she whispered against my lips.
I pulled back just enough to see her face, to be sure. "You want this? Want me?" The question was more vulnerable than I'd intended, revealing too much of my own need.
Her eyes met mine, clear and certain. "Yes. I want you, Jack."
Something primal and possessive surged through me at her words. I lifted her off the workbench, her legs still wrapped around my waist, and carried her toward the spiral staircase that led to the loft.
I hurried up the stairs, Honey wrapped around me like her life depended on me. I nearly stumbled when Honey’s mouth found my neck and sucked, likely leaving her mark on me. I should probably worry about her proprietary action, but it only made me want to put my mark on her.
She slid her hands under my cut and T-shirt, caressing my skin with her impossibly soft palms. The second I got us on the landing, I moved to press her against the wall, my mouth finding hers with a hunger that surprised even me.
"Been needin’ this," I growled against her lips. “So fuckin’ long.”
Her response was to dig her fingers into my shoulders and pull me closer, rubbing her body against mine like a little cat wanting petted. I pinned her with my hips, letting her feel exactly what she did to me, how hard my cock was for her, and was rewarded with a soft moan that vibrated against my mouth.
I slid my hands down her sides to her hips, then back up, taking the hem of her tank top as I went. We broke the kiss just long enough for me to pull it over her head, revealing a simple black bra that somehow looked sexier than any lingerie I'd ever seen on any club whore. Hell, I’d never seen a woman look sexier than Honey did in that moment.
I traced the edge of the fabric with my finger, watching goosebumps rise on her skin. "Beautiful," I murmured, bending to press a kiss to the swell of her breast. Honey wasn't a passive lover. She started to push my cut from my shoulders but stopped, her breathing ragged, but I could tell she was worried about something. “What is it, baby?” I never wanted her to hesitate to take my body if she wanted it.
“Your vest.” She shook her head. “I know it means something and that it’s treated with respect.” Her breathing was coming faster and I could tell she didn’t know what to do. The desire waring with need on her lovely face nearly made me smile.
“You’re right. But just now, I could give a good Goddamn. And I don’t say that lightly. A man’s colors are sacred.”
“But—”
I leaned in to give her a hard kiss, thrusting my tongue deep before I continued. “I’m proud of you for noticing something important to me. But right now, the only thing I want is to feel your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock.”
Still, she took care in sliding the leather from my shoulders. I took it from her and hung it carefully over the back of a nearby chair. Honey stroked her hands under my T-shirt, tugging it upward with an eagerness that made my cock throb against my fly. I raised my arms, letting her pull it over my head, watching her eyes widen as she took in the full expanse of my tattooed chest and abs.
"Oh," she breathed, her fingers hovering just above my skin like she was afraid to touch. "You're... wow."
I couldn't help the low chuckle that escaped me. "You can touch, darlin'. All you want."
She didn't need a second invitation, splaying her hands across my chest, exploring the ridges and valleys of muscle, tracing the lines of ink that told the story of my life. When her fingers brushed over my nipple, I hissed in a sharp breath, my hands tightening on her hips.