Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 120631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 603(@200wpm)___ 483(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 603(@200wpm)___ 483(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
She sighed as he urged her body back so her weight leaned into him. He was already hard.
This wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right that he had this sort of control over her body when her mind and her heart were barely speaking.
“How was your date?”
His hand stilled. “I drove her home after we left the restaurant.”
“Did you stay with her?”
“No.” He offered no further details as he pulled her bra off and tossed it back in the drawer. Still holding her hand captive, he lured her closer to the bed. “I had a visit from Wren this morning.”
“Oh? What was that about?”
“You know what it was about.” He paused and trailed his fingers between her breasts, dragging them slowly down her sternum, until he cupped her through her panties. “She knows about us, Joce.” His hand slowly fed into her panties and found her clit, strumming softly. “So does Greyson. And now, probably Logan.”
“Whose fault is tha—unh.”
He hooked a finger inside of her and tugged her back to his chest as he practically growled in her ear, “Mine.” He said it like he was staking a claim. Taking ownership. Wrapping his arm around her torso, he held her in a possessive, inescapable grip. “I’m going to fuck you.”
Her sex fluttered, clenching around his fingers as he kissed her shoulder beneath her damp hair. Every touch softened her resistance and had her leaning more and more into him.
But then she remembered the way he acted last night and her anger spiked with a vengeance. “You. Don’t. Want. Me,” she reminded through gritted teeth, shoving his hold away.
He tugged her back, not letting her go. “Does it feel like I don’t want you?”
Her jaw trembled as his erection pressed into her spine.
“And it feels like you want me, too,” he taunted, fingering her wet pussy with little resistance.
Despite her body’s welcome, her heart protested. “Well, I don’t want to want you.”
“Yet here we are. I touch you and…” He bit her shoulder. “Well, you’re right there with me, hating how bad you want me. We know how it always ends.” His lips dragged along the slope of her shoulder, his fingers teasing her closer to climax as he refused to let her go. “What were you doing at Salt & Ember last night?”
Her breath caught as he whispered against her skin, his fingers tracing tight circles around her clit. “I was walking home.”
“Strange route to take.” He pressed his finger deeper, and her traitorous body betrayed her even more. “Why was he touching you?”
Her head lulled against his shoulder as he dragged his palm over her clit, deftly feeding his fingers in and out as arousal coated his knuckles. She was a slave to his touch and hated herself for it.
“Answer me, Jocelyn.”
“I don’t remember. I was drunk.”
“I’ve seen you drunk. You were tipsy at best. Why was he touching you?”
Her breath hitched as he worked her closer. Just a few more seconds and she’d come.
“Answer me.”
“He was holding me up.”
“Because you hurt your ankle?”
“Yes.” It was getting difficult to speak.
She swore this wouldn’t happen again. Last night she’d made up her mind, deciding once and for all that they were over. But maybe one last time was the closure they needed.
He withdrew his touch and turned her to face him. She felt the loss of his touch like a blow.
Gripping her shoulders, he pulled her to his front, his mouth a mere breath from hers. “You were this close. How the fuck does this help your ankle?”
Feeling tricked, she shoved him. “Asshole.”
“Answer the question. Why was he so close to you?”
“You’re a fucking cock tease.” She moved to cross the room, but before she made it two steps, he caught her wrist again and yanked her back. “Soren, stop!”
“We’re not done.”
“I am. I have to get to town.”
He crowded her until the mattress met the backs of her thighs. “I wanted to kill him when I saw his hands on you.”
“You were on a date!”
“But I wasn’t touching her the way Logan was touching you.” He toppled onto the bed, caging her in with his body. The clink of his belt buckle was her only warning. He caught her knees, tugging her to the edge of the bed, then wrenched her panties aside and pushed into her with stunning entitlement.
She should have stopped him. Slapped him. Fought him. She had every right to be outraged, but the truth was, she still wanted him.
“Why do you make me so crazy?” He thrust deep, burying himself to the hilt with punishing force. “I’m not a jealous person.” He pumped hard and fast, pinning her arms back. “Why do you have this effect on me? You, of all people.”
“Yeah, I fucking hate you too—”
He silenced her with a kiss, as if he could somehow call the words back. “You don’t hate me.” He swirled his hips, slowing his speed but losing none of the intensity. “Fuck, Jocelyn.”