Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
“Look at you.” I trailed a finger between her folds, then licked it clean. “Just came on my tongue and already wet and begging for more.”
Her lashes fluttered, and her gaze was hazy when it lifted to mine. Fuck if that didn’t hit me somewhere dangerous. She looked wrecked and hungry at the same time, like she didn’t know what the hell I was going to do next—but she wanted it anyway.
I slid my hands under her thighs and eased her upright, steadying her when her legs didn’t quite cooperate. The second she was sitting, I stepped in and took her mouth again. Slow this time, my tongue sliding against hers and letting her taste herself on me.
She made a soft sound in the back of her throat, her fingers fisting in my shirt as she leaned into me, kissing me back like she couldn’t get enough.
I dragged my mouth across hers again before pulling back just enough to look at her. “See how sweet you taste, baby? Don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”
I kissed her once more, then wrapped my hands around her waist and lifted her off the island. Her knees gave a little, her body tipping into mine. I caught her easily, a low chuckle rumbling out of me as I slid an arm around her waist.
“Already broken for me.” I didn’t try to hide how damn smug I was. “And we’re not even close to done.”
She huffed a breath that might’ve been a laugh if she wasn’t still trying to catch it, her hands bracing against my chest. “You—”
“Yeah,” I cut in with a smirk, not giving her room to find her footing or her attitude. “Me. I’m the only one you’re gonna be thinking about tonight. The only name you’re gonna scream. Probably the only one you’ll remember.”
Before she could say anything, I scooped her up, lifting her clean off her feet. She gasped softly, her arms instinctively wrapping around my neck as her body settled against mine.
12
CAGE
Icould feel the faint tremor still running through her as I carried her out of the kitchen. The hallway felt cooler, but it didn’t do a damn thing to calm the fire burning through me. If anything, it made me more aware of how soft she felt against me, the way her breath hitched every time I adjusted my grip, and how her heart pounded hard against my chest.
“Hold on,” I murmured, tightening my arm under her thighs when she shifted.
Her cheek brushed my shoulder as she pressed closer, her fingers tightening at the back of my neck, and that small movement hit me harder than anything else had so far.
Mine.
The word slammed through my head again, heavier this time.
“You should know, baby.” My mouth brushed her temple as I walked. “There’s no going back now. This thing building between us, it’s not going anywhere. Now I’ve had a taste, and I’m already addicted. You’re mine.”
Her body reacted before she could think it through, and I felt every tiny movement she tried to hide.
“You like the sound of that. Being mine?”
Her fingers flexed against my skin, and she nodded, her breathing still uneven.
“I haven’t even put my cock inside you yet,” I added. “And you’re already this fucking gone for me.”
She buried her face just slightly closer, like she didn’t know whether to hide or lean in. I adjusted my grip again, my hand sliding along the back of her thigh, feeling the lingering warmth there.
“Gonna take my time with you.” My lips grazed her ear. “Let you feel every inch as I stretch your sweet pussy. Make sure you remember exactly who did it to you.”
The bedroom door swung open beneath the weight of my palm, slamming softly against the wall behind it, the echo reverberating through my chest. The room was dimly lit, and Hadley’s breath caught against my throat when I kicked the door closed behind us with a decisive thud.
I pinned her back against the cool wood of the closed door, the weight of my body caging her in completely. I kept my hold tight but careful, aware of every inch of her softness pressed against the hard lines of my chest. The rise and fall of her tits brushed against me, making me growl low in my throat.
Fuck, I was barely holding on.
My mouth crashed down over hers. Each stroke of my tongue branded her deeper, leaving no doubt who she belonged to. She tasted sweet and warm, the soft gasp that left her mouth breaking open the last lingering shred of restraint I’d fought to keep.
“Feel how fucking hard I am for you, Hadley?” I growled against her lips, my voice gritty. “What you do to me?”
She whimpered softly, her fingers tightening in my shirt, pulling me closer. Her hips shifted instinctively, pressing into the aching thickness straining against my jeans. Every slight movement of her body set fire to my nerve endings, making my cock pulse and throb harder with the raw need to bury myself inside her.