Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“At least I know,” I said, which was what I had told myself back then.
“No siblings or anything?”
“One. My father had another daughter. Older than me, and she lives in Edinburgh. Seems he had a family there, and I guess he was visiting the States and met my birth mother, knocked her up, and left. I don’t know details, but that is what I am assuming.”
There had been no attempt by her to contact me, and I knew that, like me, she, too, could see the connection on the ancestry link. I figured since I was the child of her father’s by blow, she wanted nothing to do with me, and I had left it at that.
“The woman who raised you,” he continued, not dwelling on the sibling thing, “you didn’t have a good relationship with her.”
I shook my head. “Nope. The last time we spoke was when the court ruled the money my mother had left to me was to go to me in full. That she wasn’t due any compensation for raising me. She was furious and blamed me for the court costs and lawyer fees, although it was her and not me who’d caused them. She was the one who had fought for the money left to me in a trust.”
“Sounds like a bitch,” he said.
“She was that.”
“She wasn’t married?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“And you never had a father figure?”
“No.”
“Huh.”
“What’s the huh mean?” I asked, glancing up at him.
“Just that most females I know who don’t have a father have daddy issues.”
I frowned. “What are you getting at?”
He cut his eyes toward me. “Easier to get them to spread their legs, darlin’.”
Oh. OH! “That’s a horrible thing to say!”
A deep chuckle that sent a shiver through me was his only response.
“You have a daughter. Why would you say something like that?”
He stopped walking and turned to me. “I didn’t make the rules. It’s just true. And my daughter doesn’t have daddy issues.”
He took a step toward me, and I back up, but he continued getting closer, so I took another step back until I hit the hard surface of a tree and winced.
“Easy, Snow,” he drawled, reminding me of a predator as he stared down at me.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
His gaze dropped to my mouth. “That’s a real good question,” he replied. “I’m not sure myself.”
He wasn’t sure? He had me on some path in the woods, backed up against a tree, and he wasn’t sure?
“I thi—”
Whatever I was about to say was forgotten when his fingers grazed the side of my face and sank into my hair. I watched, transfixed, as he lowered his head until the warmth from his breath heated my lips.
“Not real sure at all,” he murmured just before his mouth covered mine.
It was as if the world had fallen out from under me. I forgot to breathe. My heart might have even stopped for a second; I wasn’t sure, but the feel of Hale’s lips against mine, followed by the brush of his tongue as he requested entrance, was an experience like no other. He tasted of spice and tobacco while the scent of wood, earth, and leather surrounded me.
I’d been kissed many times in my life, but never had I felt as if I’d left reality and been tossed into another realm.
His hand fisted in my hair, tugging my head back as the kiss deepened, and his tenderness turned more aggressive. Excitement began to pulse through me, and my body ached in places it had never ached. Need curled inside me, and a moan I realized was mine met my ears.
No thought—other than I want more, to be closer, to exist like this with no end.
A deep growl vibrated in his chest and sent tingles between my legs.
Were kisses supposed to be like this? Was this normal and I’d just never known what I was missing?
“Open your legs for me,” Hale said, breaking the kiss. His eyes were almost black.
I shivered as he let go of the grip he had of my hair.
“Do it,” he ordered.
I did. Against the aged bark, I stood with my legs open and watched as his hand slid inside the front of my shorts and panties and went directly to the heat that he’d caused. There was no easing into me or stroking to prepare. He sank his middle finger in with one hard plunge.
“AH!” I cried out, grabbing on to his arm.
“Fuck my finger.” His words were hoarse.
I stared up at him, unsure of what that meant or what it was he was asking of me.
“Fuck it, Snow,” he growled.
I lifted my hips, causing it to sink deeper, then began to rock so that it slid in and out. He did nothing but keep it there while watching me.
“That’s it, baby. Now take two.” He shoved another one inside me, and I moaned loudly, feeling my knees go weak. “My cock is a lot bigger than that, darlin’. This tight cunt is gonna stretch so fucking pretty over it too.”