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)
I close the remaining distance between us and press my palm to his chest, right over his heart, which is hammering hard like the piston of an engine. “I’m already yours, Colt. Haven’t you figured that out yet?”
His lips tighten, and his hand reaches out–but he quickly stops and curls his fingers back like he’s fighting against every single instinct in his body.
“You’re shaking because of me,” I whisper, driving the point home.
His eyes finally land on mine, wild and wide. His mouth opens slightly, but then he’s backing away again.
“You’re right, Lena,” he admits. “You drive me crazy. But you’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart. If I sink my teeth into you, I won’t ever let go. I’ll devour every inch of you until all that’s left is a girl who can’t remember her life before me.”
Again, I reply with a defiant look. “Maybe that’s what I want.”
And with that, I turn and stride from the barn.
I’m not going to stand here and be walked away from again. Not again.
I don’t look back. I know he’s watching, eyes glued to my ass, watching my thighs gleam in the sun.
I’m yours, Colt. I’m not afraid. Now what are you gonna do about it?
6
COLT
I should not be here.
It’s well past sunset, and I should be locked in my closet or halfway to Texas, putting distance between me and this life-altering obsession that’s stuck to me like a bad fever. I should be in my pickup, driving away from her. Or face-down in a bottle with the boys down at the bar.
Instead, I’m crouched in the dark of the barn, waiting for Lena like a goddamn stalker.
My whole body is tense and electric as I lean against the wall, hidden in the dark, arms crossed tightly over my chest, my eyes fixed on the ladder that leads to Lena’s loft. A single lantern glows on the wall, casting long shadows over the hay-covered floor.
Where in God’s name is she?
I’ve already mucked the stalls twice–her job–and fed the horses again, despite them already being fed today. I paced circles until I was dizzy, and my palms are actually starting to ache after gripping the workbench just to keep myself from doing what every male impulse I have is screaming at me to do.
Go to her.
Find her.
Take her.
But I can’t. Her dad said I can’t even lay a finger on her. And despite being a wealthy business owner, he’s not the kind of guy to make empty threats. Even if he doesn’t come at me physically, he could find other ways to ruin my life. Being fired from the ranch would just be the beginning.
Shit, I should just bury myself in a hole. It’s the only way to keep myself from her. But the only hole I want is the one between Lena’s succulent thighs.
“Goddamn it,” I curse under my breath. What the hell am I doing?
She’s too soft, too sweet, too young. And I’m none of those things–damned sure not innocent. And I’ve got no business fantasizing about her like this, dreaming about all the things I want to do to her. The ways I want to mark her body, ravage her until she screams my name–it’s just not fair.
It’s too much.
I know this is true, but it does nothing to stop the wanting. If anything, it only makes it worse.
My lust for her is unquenchable and rages inside me every time I see her–every time I even think of her. The image of her floating naked in the pond that night is permanently embedded in my mind. She’s an absolute goddess. A pure, untouched, pristine little thing that I–
The door creaks open at the far end of the barn, and my spine goes ramrod straight.
It’s her.
The vanilla scent of her shampoo hits me before I even see her curvaceous silhouette through the darkness. She doesn’t even notice me as she makes her way to the ladder leading up to her loft. My cock instantly swells with blood. She’s moving like she always does, and it’s affecting me the same way.
She’s barefoot for some reason, and her long legs lead up to a tiny pair of pink athletic shorts. Her amazing tits are about to spill out of a tiny green bikini top, and her nipples are peaked from the cool night air. Her hair is damp. Maybe she was swimming again, hoping I’d return and find her skinny dipping like before.
She’s almost reached the ladder now.
I know if I let her climb up there, I’ll spend yet another sleepless night in my room with my fist wrapped around my spit-covered cock and her name whispered on my lips.
You can’t do this, Colt. I think as I watch her reach out.
I know…
My body moves before my brain can stop it. “Lena.”
She spins and locks eyes with me. I see the spark instantly, the heat, the challenge. Such a sexy little brat. She doesn’t even look surprised that I’m here. In fact, it’s like she’s hoping I would be.