Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“Looks can be deceiving.”
“I sure as fuck hope so.” His hand settled on the small of her back, a slight nudging that she could have resisted easily. She didn’t. Instead, she let him guide her closer yet, until the front of their bodies pressed against each other. The fabric of her dress was so thin, it might as well not have existed. She could almost feel the calluses on his palm, and she resented the hell out of the barrier.
“You want to take this somewhere more… private?”
His laugh rumbled in her ear. “You read my mind.”
A quick glance at the dance floor showed no sign of her sisters or Callie, but she had no illusions that they wouldn’t come looking for her if she was gone too long. So she wouldn’t be gone too long. She grabbed the stranger’s hand and led the way back toward the bathrooms. Bypassing them, she tried the door to the old, unused storage closet. He raised his eyebrows, and she shrugged. “The lock’s been broken for years, and the owner’s too cheap to replace it.”
“It’s enough to make a man wonder how often you make the trip back here.”
She smiled, even though the comment stung. It didn’t matter what this man thought of her. He didn’t know a damn thing about her life or what she went through on a daily basis. She was entitled to getting her freedom where she could find it. “And yet it’s benefiting you, so maybe you shouldn’t ask too many questions.”
“You’re right. I need this tonight.”
Before she could wonder at his words, he was on her, dragging her against his big body and taking her mouth like there was no question of it being his. She opened to him out of reflex, half expecting some sloppy drunk fumbling, but he only tasted faintly of whiskey.
And there was nothing sloppy about the kiss.
He tasted her mouth, seeming to sample her before he groaned and took her. His tongue clashed with hers, demanding something she wasn’t sure she could give. Her head spun at the sheer unexpectedness of pleasure coursing through her body, brought on by the feel of him against her and his intoxicating taste in her mouth. He guided her back to the bare wall and pinned her there. She was so lost in the kiss, she didn’t realize his hands were moving until one slipped up her dress and yanked her panties off. They hit her knees and then he was parting her, slipping a finger inside.
Holy shit.
He kissed down her throat, still working her with his finger, relentlessly shoving her toward an orgasm. She tangled her fingers in his hair, not sure if she was pushing him away, pulling him closer, or simply hanging on for the ride. He used his free hand to slide her dress off her shoulders, and then his mouth was on her right breast, his teeth against the sensitive skin as he worked his way to her nipple. A second finger joined the first between her legs, and she couldn’t stifle her whimper.
The stranger looked up, his blue eyes glinting in the near darkness. “You’re close, lovely, but you’re not coming until it’s on my cock.”
Her mouth worked, but no words came out. He slowed his fingers’ movements, sliding up to circle her clit. Her entire body tightened at the touch, reacting even as her mind tried to catch up with his words. They were so… possessive. There was no room in her life for another possessive and dominant man, even for such a short time as this.
But then he kissed her again, and she threw caution to the wind. It was one night. She’d never see him again. She never even had to know his name. He broke away, his hands withdrawing from her body. “I’m going to fuck you, lovely. If that’s not what you want, now’s the time to speak up.”
In answer, she went for the button on his jeans, and carefully drew down the zipper. A condom wrapper crinkled as she took his cock into her hand, the feeling of it bringing out another whimper. He kissed her neck, moving her hand so he could roll on the condom. “I love that fucking sound. It makes me wild for you.”
She wasn’t sure she’d ever made that sound before. Every other time she’d sought escape in the arms of a stranger, she’d been the one in control and driving things. There was no control to be had tonight. He lifted her, spreading her legs, pinning her against the wall so she was helpless to do anything but take whatever he chose to give. “Last chance.”
“Oh my God, just fuck me already.”
His white teeth flashed in a grin. “Your wish is my command.” He shoved into her in one movement that stole her breath, stole her thoughts, stole her very soul.