Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
When I dare glance into his eyes, he swallows, then shifts his head a little closer and gives my lips a tender kiss.
I never expected this.
Not in a million years.
His lips taste of mint yet are so soft and warm I itch to probe them with my tongue, explore and consume all of that sweet affection. I rock between his open thighs. My mind’s a jungle—deep, dark, and dangerous—I can only hope he doesn’t regret taking a step inside.
When he makes a little whimper against my lips, my dick twitches as if it’s already conditioned to get hard at the cute sounds Eli makes. All my blood drains from my head, so I don’t have the capacity to overthink how this changes our situation. I can only feel.
His fingers climb up my arms, to my shoulders. The tip of his tongue teases its way between my lips for a deeper kiss. His dick’s rock-hard against mine. The scent of his hair, his skin. The shape of his hips in my hands when I slide them down.
He wants this. Wants me. Maybe he doesn’t know the depths of who I am and what I did, but he already knows more about me than any other lover I’ve had.
“I’m going to eat you alive,” I mumble, pulling up his top, because I can’t stand another minute of it being in my way. The fabric stretches over Eli’s face, but once he’s free of it, those gray eyes settle on me, dark with passion. He’s delectable—a young lamb separated from its flock—but I won’t hurt it, not really, just tease it with gentle nips to have a taste of flesh without losing him altogether.
I want to savor this, savor him, for as long as I can.
I tried to keep myself in check, but that’s out the door now. He’s mine to protect, mine to hold, mine to fuck.
His gasps are quicker. Does he realize he’s stepped into the wolf’s den? Is he afraid, or does he like it here?
Eli’s pupils are wide, and even his pale chest is flushed. As soon as the T-shirt’s on the floor, he grabs my face and pulls me in for another kiss while he grinds his hips against me in the same frantic rhythm I am.
A hundred lightning bolts could be hitting around this cabin and I wouldn’t know, because my heart is beating too loudly to hear anything other than the sounds in this bedroom.
This man. Eli. My savior. My charge. He is my whole world right now, and nothing else matters.
I grab his bottoms and drag them down, eager to touch his long legs, then cover them with love bites before finishing my masterpiece with rivulets of cum. He will be mine, and I want him to understand that.
“The way you smell… it’s so damn addictive,” I mumble, pushing my nose under his jaw.
“M-my smell?” Eli chuckles, and raises his thighs to rub them against my sides. One of his hands slides over my nape, giving me goosebumps when it dips under the collar of my long-sleeve and explores my back.
I nod, arching into the touch, my mind surfing the wave of pleasure as I suck on his neck and rock against Eli’s erection.
He wants me. He wants to be around me. He needs me.
“I crave more.” With that, I grab his thighs and pull him away from the middle of the bed, until his ass is on the very edge of the mattress. “And you?” I ask and nip the skin around his nipple.
“Yes,” he rasps, watching me in amazement. “Take your top off. I want to see more of you. Please?” he adds as if he considers his own words too demanding. He has no idea. He could ask the most outrageous things of me and I’d try to make them happen. If he wants to see me naked, he can feast his eyes all he wants.
In the warm glow of the fire in the wood burner, I slide off the bed and peel my top off for his viewing pleasure. The flames color his eyes a dusky orange, making them resemble two pieces of amber when I shed my pants too, standing naked between his spread legs.
His gaze feels like touch. As if it rubs my bare skin up and down, then tickles my balls as I place my hands on his raised knees. “I’ll make you feel so good you’re never going to even look at another man,” I say, and while I’ve only met him yesterday, every word rings true.
As much as I hated Sullivan, without him I was adrift, and Eli is the anchor I need.
Eli bites his lip and nods, watching me absentmindedly. His gaze moves over my forearms, my biceps, my pecs, my stomach, and lower, to my stiff dick.