Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
He makes an animalistic noise deep in his throat when he finally releases me long enough to let me breathe. “I don’t share. Not with Michael. Not with anybody.”
I didn’t think this man could get any sexier but seeing this possessive side to him is making my panties damp all over again. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to ignore the building tension. “That’s good to know. But I’m here alone.”
His entire stance relaxes and the tension bleeds from his muscles. He was coming in here prepared for a fight that would never happen. Because I know who I belong to. I know I’m his and I’d never even look in the direction of another man.
“But since you’re here, I could use help with a few things, boyfriend.”
He quirks an eyebrow and his voice is deep when he asks, “What things?”
We manage to get about halfway through the remaining items on my to do list before he gives into temptation. When we’re in one of the back rooms where I’ve stashed extra toys for the kids, he pins me against the wall with his body in one fluid motion. He presses his lips against my neck before nipping at the sensitive skin. “You’ve been teasing me today.”
“Yes,” I answer, unable to lie to him. His manhood is almost where I need it. I try to wiggle my hips to get some friction, but he pushes more weight against me. He’s pinned me in place and grabbed my wrists. He’s holding them over my head with just one of his hands. The way he’s so big and so powerful makes me feel tiny and defenseless, like he owns me. But I love that idea, the thought that I could be West’s property to do with as he pleases.
He's teasing me too. He’s letting his fingertips trace the inside of my thigh through my tights. Every time he gets close to my pussy, he starts over again. He’s leaving me aching and eager with every gentle motion.
“Why, little girl?” His gaze searches my face, wondering about this game we’re playing. He wants to know everything about me and why I do the things I do. He wants to understand what I’m asking for and he’ll give it to me. It’s written in his expression.
“Because I need you.” I’m nearly ready to sob at this point. I need his lips on me and his fingers touching me. I need this man to give me everything. “Tonight. After the celebration, I want everything.”
He stops tracing my thigh, but he doesn’t let go of me. I’m still pinned between the wall and his hard body, completely at his mercy. He brushes a strand of hair from my face. “I’ve waited for you since I was eighteen. I’ll wait another decade if you just say the word.”
“Wait, does that mean you haven’t slept with any woman since you met me?” The idea pleases me more than it should. I never asked if he was seeing anyone. I purposely tried to ignore it any time the subject of girls came up around my brothers. I couldn’t stand the idea of knowing that some other girl was getting his kisses and touches.
He chuckles and the warm affection in his gaze wraps around me like a fuzzy blanket on a cold, winter night. “I never slept with anyone before you either.”
I can’t help grinning. No one has ever been with West. No woman has ever known him the way I’ll get to know him. “So, we’ll be each other’s firsts?”
“First and last,” he promises me.
“Kiss me again,” I plead. The ache in my body is now an inferno and I need this big man all over me. I’m pretty sure my panties melted away at some point between our conversation and now there’s only molten lava between my legs.
He sweeps his tongue into my mouth, kissing me desperately and passionately. He kisses me until I’m dizzy from a lack of oxygen and drugged on his taste. I’m just about to beg him to take me right here in the community center when the door opens.
We spring apart like we’re a couple of horny teenagers caught making out in the park after-hours. I adjust my rumpled clothes and try to finger-comb my hair. But it’s no use, our visitor will be able to tell exactly what was happening in here. Especially because West has a very prominent bulge in the front of his pants. No amount of adjusting will hide that monster.
“Hey, baby, where are you?” Mom calls out.
My stomach knots. She’ll figure this out.
Before I can say anything, Mom is coming into the room. Her big luggage-size purse is slung over her shoulder and her arms are loaded down with more of her quilts. She works all year to make them only to give them away. It’s the kind of selfless person she is. She pauses when she takes in West’s appearance and mine. There’s a knowing glint in her eye.