Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
She gulped, her legs splayed wide, raw need in her eyes. As well as a bit of curiosity. But she didn’t push it…this time. “Okay.” She fell back down.
This was too much fun. She was too much fun. Doubt wriggled in the back of his mind and he shoved it away. They both knew this was temporary, so he might as well enjoy. He twisted his fingers again, working her G-spot, grinning as her body gyrated against him.
“Adam?” she gasped, her back arching.
All right. He lashed her clit hard, twisted his fingers, and then pushed her right over the edge. She whispered his name, her body shaking, as the orgasm ripped through her.
Wow. Bianca settled back on the soft bedspread, her thighs still shaking. That was the most incredible orgasm of her life. She swallowed, trying not to have a heart attack. Her pulse rate was way too high. This couldn’t be healthy.
Maybe she’d been missing out by not having one-night stands. Seriously. Or maybe, and she’d bet on this, that had been all Adam. The guy knew his way around a woman’s body. Or was it just her?
Vulnerability tried to grab hold of her again, but it was too late for that.
He stood, still between her legs, and tore off his shirt. The rasp of his zipper was loud in the quiet room, and then he stood there, buck-assed naked. Not shy in the slightest. Of course, why would he be?
The guy had a body. Like a movie star body, but without the stardom. Hard and muscled, smooth skin, and seriously intense brown eyes that were almost black. He had a couple of scars on his left ribcage that looked like knife wounds with a burn.
She pushed herself to sit and ran her palm over them. “You were hurt.”
“Yeah. Long time ago in the service.” He slid his fingers through her hair, undoing the braid. “Your hair is spectacular.”
She moved and kissed his scars, nibbling across his abdomen. He tasted salty and male, and she wandered around, impressed by the length of him. The gods had been kind with Adam Ridgeway.
He grasped her waist and lifted her farther up on the bed, following her and stretching out fully above her.
She marveled at his strength, her hands exploring down the hard ridges of his arms to his wrists. “Is this all natural?”
He bit into the soft skin between her neck and shoulder, zinging electricity through her. “Natural?”
“Yeah,” she murmured, sliding her hands back up and then scraping her nails down his flanks, reaching around to his butt. She didn’t feel shy with him, for some reason. Maybe because he’d just given her the best orgasm of her life. “Do you work out?”
“Oh. No. That’s all ranching and bartending,” he murmured. “I do like to run sometimes to clear my head, but ranching does that as well. Those damn cows do what they want, and half the time, so do the horses.” He nibbled on her earlobe.
She sank her nails into his firm butt. The guy was just fine taking his time, wasn’t he? She let herself play, caressing him, enjoying those muscles. There was something incredibly masculine about him, a force barely leashed.
She could feel that.
The raw strength of him, the pure muscle of him, intrigued her. Way too much. How was she going to leave? She jerked her head. What kind of thought was that? They’d set out the parameters of this right away.
“You are thinking way too much.” He lifted his head, and his dark gaze pierced her. “I’ll have to get you out of your head, Baby.”
Baby. She’d had no clue she’d like that said in his deep rumble of a voice. “Think you can?” Her voice was breathy. Very.
“Yeah.” He licked along her lips.
Her body quivered as if in perfect agreement. Then he gently, almost abstractedly, secured both of her wrists and pulled her arms above her head, elongating her torso, arching her back, and pressing her breasts to his hard chest. “Your hands stay here. Got it?”
She blinked. Wait a second. There was all of that warm and very fine muscle to play with. “I don’t think so.” She started to lower her arms.
He ducked his head and flicked a nipple, not gently. “Don’t make me get serious our first time, Bianca.” Lifting up, his eyes gleamed. “I’ll never hurt you, but I’m in charge here. Got it?”
Her body uncoiled. Head to toe and everywhere in between. There had to be an answer for that, but heat spiraled down to her clit, making it pound. Even so, she needed to protest for womankind. “I’m not into, ah, dominance.”
His laugh was wicked. He planted one of his strong hands over her wrists, pinning them to the bed. “Let’s see about that.” His other hand wandered over her breasts, tweaking both nipples.