Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“But then you turned away and ran off like I’m some little girl you’re too scared to touch because you might break her.” His throat tightens. His eyes darken. “Well, guess what, Colt? I’m not some little sweet thing that needs protection. No matter what you think.”
I’m right in front of him now, close enough to see the storm cloud raging in his eyes. His lips are a slim, furious line, and just to push him even further, I reach up and tap him on the chest with my index finger. Daring him.
“You want me,” I whisper. “Admit it.”
“Stop,” he rasps, looking away.
“Admit it,” I repeat, louder.
“Stop it, Lena,” he repeats, his voice dangerously tense.
I swing my face in front of his, forcing him to look at me. “Make me.”
His hands fly up before I can even blink. One snatches my wrist, the other presses against my hip, and suddenly I’m pinned up against the rough wood of the nearest stall with a force that nearly knocks the wind out of me.
My chest heaves as he presses his body against mine, his breath hot against my cheek. One of his thighs wedges between my legs, and I feel it, the bulge I saw last night. Hard, massive, and unyielding. He wants to make sure I feel it.
“You really think you’re ready for a guy like me, Lena?” he snarls. “Do you have any idea what you’re getting yourself into?”
“I know exactly what I’m asking for, Colt,” I breathe, tilting my chin up in defiance. “And I’m not afraid of you either.”
His grip on me tightens. His rough hand digs into my wrist.
“Well, maybe you should be,” he says. “I bet you’re still a virgin, aren’t you?”
His question shocks me, but only for a second. I refuse to let him see the surprise in my eyes, and I answer his question quickly. “Yeah. So? So what?”
For the first time, his lips twist into something almost resembling a smile, and he scoffs. “And you want me to take your cherry?” He shakes his head, almost to himself. “I don’t do soft, Lena. I don’t do sweet. I’m not the kind of man who takes things slow and whispers romantic catchphrases in your ear.”
Jesus, even when he’s denying me, he’s unbelievably hot. If Colt wasn’t working on this ranch, he’d have a line of women just begging to be let into his bedroom.
“What if I told you that I don’t want sweet?” I whisper, my voice trembling. “That I don’t want soft or romantic? That I just want you?”
Colt’s eyes slam shut, and his teeth clench like he’s in pain. He leans in and presses his forehead against mine, his lips only centimeters away. And for just a second, I want him to unravel. I want him to lose control.
“You have no clue how long I’ve been fighting this, Lena,” he finally admits, his voice rough and tense. “How badly I’ve wanted to bend you over a hay bale or throw you in the back of my pickup and destroy you.”
My pulse pounds heavily in my ears. That tickling sensation I felt before between my thighs is back with a vengeance. I may be already sweating, but I can feel myself getting wet as his eyes bore holes into mine.
“Then stop fighting it,” I tell him.
His enormous arms are trembling as he holds me. His skin against mine has me burning, and his lips are so close to touching mine. He’s great at barking orders, but I bet he’s even better at kissing.
And…other things…
He leans closer, and for a second, I’m convinced he’s going to finally give in, and we’re about to embrace.
But then he just lets go and steps back like holding on to me is painful. He turns away and leans against the stall, gasping enormous lungfuls of air like he just went ten rounds in the boxing ring.
“I…can’t,” he chews out slowly. “It just wouldn’t be right.”
“Bullshit!” I snap, chasing after him. I try to grab him by the bicep, but he twists away. “Just because I’m a virgin, it doesn’t mean you have to treat me like some dainty little princess that will break when you touch her! I’m a woman–a woman who knows what she wants!”
He shakes his head and whirls on me. “You think this is a game,” he snarls. “You think that just because you wear short-shorts and flaunt your perfect body to me that I’ll just lose control and fuck you silly?”
“Yes,” I hiss back. “That’s exactly what I think.”
He stares down at me, chest heaving as he drags his eyes up my body, stopping on every one of my curves like he’s admiring a statue on display at a museum. At least now he’s not trying to hide it.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters, like he’s begging the universe for help.