Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 157672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 788(@200wpm)___ 631(@250wpm)___ 526(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 788(@200wpm)___ 631(@250wpm)___ 526(@300wpm)
The half-hour since I had her seems like a lifetime as primal need takes over.
“Say it,” I demand.
“I’m yours.”
I drive harder, needing to hear and feel her come apart. Her eyes transform into the colors of emeralds right before she screams my name as her pussy spasms.
It’s not enough. I need more.
Hitching her on one arm, I move my hand between us to where we’re connected while she’s still writhing.
“I can’t… too much.”
“Give me another.” I flick her clit over and over, knowing she’s still riding out her first orgasm.
“Talon!” she cries, her head hitting the wall as her body convulses.
I thrust twice more and sink my teeth into her shoulder, pouring into her.
Her heart races against my chest, and the urge to carry her back to bed and stay inside her builds.
“Don’t even think of it,” she rasps.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t have to. I know what you’re thinking. Try and exert some control.”
“If you know what I’m thinking, you’d know exactly how much control I’m exerting by not acting on impulse and handcuffing you to the bed.”
Her eyes flare with new heat and fuck If I’m not tempted.
“Don’t tease a man when he’s still inside you.”
“Well, maybe you should set me down so I can clean up and continue my day of spoiling you.”
“Hard to beat you crawling on my dick as a wake-up call.”
“Oh? You didn’t enjoy the birthday blow job?”
“Love your mouth, baby, but like I said, not sure who enjoys it more.”
“I’m hoping you do. Otherwise, what’s the point?” She quirks an eyebrow, feigning annoyance.
“Still on my dick, babe. Cut the cuteness.”
“How is me talking about blow jobs cute?”
My cock pulses and I know we need to get out of here if there is any chance of leaving at all. I twist, setting her on the vanity, and reach behind her for a washcloth.
“I can do it.”
“Let me.” I pull out and gently clean her. “Now you really are full of me for whatever you have planned next.”
“Spoken like a true caveman.” She pushes me away and hops down, swaying off balance.
I grab her elbow to steady her. “Careful.”
“Dammit, Talon. If I can’t walk right. I’ll kill you.”
“Maybe we should ice you down.”
She mumbles something while I fix my jeans. When she’s redressed, I pull her back to me, skimming my fingers around her navel ring.
“I love this, babe, but I’d prefer if it was for my viewing only.”
“It’s in my belly button, which is not considered provocative. It’s not like I got my nipples pierced and am exposing them.”
At the thought, jealousy boils in my blood. “You let someone touch your nipples, I’ll fucking lose my mind.”
She grins slyly. “I know, which is why I followed Rowan’s advice on the navel.”
“Remind me to thank her,” I grouse.
“You ready? We really are on a time crunch.”
“Not yet, I know what I want for my birthday.”
Her body tenses, her grin wavering. “We are not discussing this now.”
I slide my hand around her waist, holding her tight. “I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
“Love falling asleep and waking up with you.”
“Me too.”
“Tired of waiting.”
“It’s too soon.”
“Tired of that excuse, too. I’m not a guy who makes decisions with his dick.”
“I’m practically living here already.” She gestures to the vanity filled with her things.
“Want it permanent.”
“What if I asked you to move in with me?”
“Okay.”
She jerks at my immediate reply. “Would you give up all this to move into my little townhome?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“You can’t even stretch all the way out on my bed.”
“We’d work something out.”
“What about your bike? I don’t have a garage. And my closet isn’t half the size—”
“We’d work it out,” I repeat.
She casts her gaze to the windows and thinks about it, the worry lines around her eyes evening out after a minute. “We would need to talk to my grandparents since they technically own the townhome.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her I’m building her a house and the townhome is temporary. I decide to plant the seed and test her reaction.
“We’ll get a place of our own.”
“That works and gives us time to decide what we need and make a list of the most important items—like a garage.” Her smile returns and she kisses me quickly.
“I’ll compromise. Until we find something else, you move in here.”
“We’ll talk about it after graduation.”
Graduation is five fucking weeks away. No way I’m waiting that long.
“We’ll talk about it tonight.”
“Talon, this is a big decision. You cannot fuck me into saying yes."
That’s exactly what I plan to do, and she knows it. Seems like that’s the only way to wear her down.
The message from earlier is the perfect distraction. “Rowan texted she needs something.”
“What?”
“Not sure, once you opened the door and I caught sight of this get-up, nothing else mattered.” This is partly true. I did forget about everything else once I saw her. But I also know what Rowan is up to.