Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Now Rome’s bulk surrounded my body. He rested one hand on either side of my face, pinning me despite the fact that our bodies weren’t actually touching. Then his eyes caught and held mine. Holy shit. The intensity in his gaze was terrifying.
Like he wanted to eat me alive.
“You have no goddamn idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this,” he said, his voice so low I could hardly make out the words over the music. Heat rolled off him in waves. I blinked, wondering how a girl was supposed to respond to something like this. It was like staring into a fire. I licked my lips, trying to decide my next move. His eyes followed the movement, mesmerized.
Then I leaned forward, catching Rome’s lips with mine.
* * * *
Rome
Randi kissed me.
Fucking hell, I hadn’t seen that coming—she’d always been a shy little thing. But that was eight years ago, and apparently she’d lost some of that shyness somewhere along the way. Wasn’t sure if I liked that idea or not. Meant she’d been practicing with someone else.
But when her lips opened against mine, I didn’t stop to analyze the situation.
Nope.
I just took what was offered, shoving my tongue deep inside, taking everything she’d give me. Not that it was enough. Kissing was great, but it was only the first step toward what I really needed.
Her cunt wrapped tight around my dick.
She raised a hand, curling her fingers into my hair, and my cock nearly burst my jeans. I’d been so careful all night. A perfect fucking gentleman, dancing the goddamned two-step when what I really wanted was to shove her over the nearest table and fuck her ’til she screamed.
And whether she was ready to admit it or not, Randi wanted the same thing.
I’d felt her shivering when my dick poked her stomach. Hell of a turn-on, but not a surprise. We’d always had that kind of chemistry, right from the first moment I’d seen her, years ago. The girl had been sneaking up to the keg like she was getting away with something, laughing and giggling with her friends.
Fuckin’ adorable.
Back then, she was sheltered. Her mom had been out partying every night, but Randi spent all her time working and taking care of her little brothers and sister. I’d decided to move slow. Let her get comfortable—not to mention well and truly hooked—before closing the trap.
And once I trapped her, I’d planned to keep her.
Then the fires came, and I’d had to fight to save my valley. When she evacuated, I’d felt nothing but relief. That summer was pure hell. New fires exploded around us daily, until the skies were black and the ashes fell like snow. It was no place for a girl like Randi.
Hell, it was no place for humans, period.
It took real snow falling to put out the last of the fires, and by then it was too late. She hadn’t just evacuated—they’d moved to Missoula, and Randi had started school there. I was a selfish bastard, no doubt, but not even I was selfish enough to fuck that up for her.
Still…there’d always been a part of me that’d wondered what might’ve happened if I hadn’t been so careful. I could’ve fucked Randi the night of the party, easy. Not only was she primed and ready to go, she didn’t have the experience to hide it. When she’d smiled at me over her red Solo cup, it took everything I had not to drag her out past the firelight and spread her right there on the ground.
A few days later, I’d picked her up for our one and only date. She’d climbed onto the back of my bike and then sat there, trying to figure out how to hold on without touching me too much. Sweet and shy. Then I’d felt her tits against my back when she realized not touching wasn’t one of the options. Nearly blew my wad when her fingers spread across my stomach, yet I’d still dropped her off practically untouched.
Fucking idiot.
Now I had another chance, and I’d learned my lesson. Randi wouldn’t be ending the night safe in her own bed.
My balls tightened at the thought.
Deepening the kiss, I reached down and caught her leg, wrapping it up and around my hip. Better. My cock begged for more. Randi was all in, one hand clenching in my hair and the other fumbling at my waist. Then her hand slid up under my shirt, fingernails digging into my back. My hips thrust against her stomach. Christ. This was close, but not enough.
She was too short for me to hit the target.
It only took a second to boost her up against the wall. Both her legs wrapped around my waist, and finally my dick found the right place. All of her heat and warmth cradled my hips, just waiting to be fucked. In a perfect world, she’d have worn a skirt. Then I could’ve ripped open my fly, shoved aside her panties, and banged her on the spot. The bar was dark and nobody was paying attention to us.