Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
"Okay," she whispers, her expression softening. "What's your deal then?"
"Sleep with me."
"An áit thíos atá ceapaithe duit, a dhiabhal," she growls. I only understand about half of the fiery words as she spits them at me with her eyes shooting off sparks, but I'm pretty sure she just told me I belong in hell. She's probably right, but not this time.
"I meant sleep, Firefly. As in sleep in the bed with me. Get your mind out of the gutter." I shake my head, smiling. Goddamn. Her temper makes my dick hard as a rock. I can't wait until she unleashes it on me when she's naked beneath me and at my mercy. "I'm not trying to get you naked. I just want you where I know you'll be safe."
She eyes me suspiciously, those green eyes narrowed.
"Scout's Honor."
"If you were a Boy Scout, I'm a supermodel," she snorts, relaxing in my arms.
"Well, damn. Guess I better get your autograph now then."
Chapter Seven
Hope
I wake up with Callum's hard body wrapped around me, his erection digging into my back. One hand splays across my chest. The other is between my legs, cupping my center in a possessive hold. As soon as my eyes flutter open, my body temperature rises toward volcanic levels.
Callum Carmichael is in my bed.
His hand is between my thighs.
I bite my lip, trying not to moan out loud. Even though I shouldn't, I wriggle. I can't help it. I want to know what it feels like for him to touch me where no one else ever has. I ache to know what it's like to feel his fingers against my sex, pressing deep.
"Firefly." His voice is a gritty rasp against my ear. "Are you trying to get yourself into trouble this morning?"
"M-maybe."
He palms my breast, flicking one hard nipple as his teeth close around my earlobe. "Then be a fucking good girl and stay still for me," he growls in my ear. "Because if you don't, I'm going to flip you onto your stomach and fuck my kid into you right here and now."
"Callum," I moan, a wave of heat blasting through me at his wicked threat.
He yanks my panties to the side, running his fingers over my wet slit. "You've been grinding that gorgeous ass against me all fucking night long. Do you know how sweet you sound moaning my name in your sleep, Firefly?"
I was moaning for him in my sleep? Oh my God. I don't remember my dreams. All I remember is him. He was everywhere, heating me like metal on a forge. Driving me crazy. Even in my sleep, my body reacted to him. Even in my sleep, I wanted him. Even asleep…I think I'm falling for him.
What is he doing to me?
"Playing with my pussy," he breathes, using his thumb to part my folds. "And just so we're clear, this is all mine, Firefly. Every pretty little inch. Every drop you spill. All of it."
"Callum, please."
"Please, what?"
"Stop teasing me and claim it!" I cry, turned on, frustrated, and impatient. If he wants it, it's his. I'm not stopping him. I'm not telling him no. All signs point to freaking yes. Just, for the love of all that's holy, make me come before the ache swallows me whole.
His teeth close around the shell of my ear, delivering a sharp bite. He yanks my leg back over his hip at the same time, opening me up to him. As soon as I'm where he wants me, he delivers a little slap to my center. His hand lands against me with a wet smack.
I shout his name, my hips arching toward his hand.
"Learn to give it up, Hope."
"G-give what up?"
"Control. Give it to me." His fingers dance around my folds again, so close to where I need them, but not nearly close enough. He's tormenting me, refusing to give me what I want until I give him what he wants. He's going to keep me right here on the edge until I cede control, willingly allowing him to slip into my soul.
I resist, not because I want to do it, but because I think he likes it when I fight him. He likes that I don't give him what he wants as soon as he demands it. He may want control, but he wants to earn it just as much as I need him to earn it. I don't trust easily, but with this man? I could easily fall for him, fall into him. Already, I teeter on the edge, mere centimeters from falling headfirst into something vast and terrifying.
I won't just hand him my heart. I'll give him my soul.
"Goddamn, Firefly. You drive me fucking crazy." His teeth rake down the side of my throat, his scruff abrading my sensitive skin. He slips his hand beneath my shirt to roll one nipple between his fingers. "Do you want me fucking you here and now? Is that it?"