Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“Fucking hell, sweetheart. I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you.”
Garner didn’t release me right away. His hands skimmed over my arms, shoulders, and back. They shook just slightly, betraying the control he’d been clinging to by sheer force of will. Checking me over, as if his eyes didn’t trust what they saw.
His voice was tight as he demanded, “Tell me again, you’re not hurt.”
“I’m not,” I answered softly. “I swear.”
That seemed to be the moment relief hit him. He pulled me in hard, crushing me against his chest like the distance between us had been unbearable. His arms wrapped around me, strong and unyielding, and his chin dropped to rest against the top of my head.
I felt his breath stutter against my hair and melted.
I didn’t fight it. Or question it. I just let myself be held.
The world narrowed to the sound of his heartbeat, strong and fast beneath my ear. The warmth of him, and the certainty that nothing could reach me while I was in his embrace.
I didn’t have the words for what settled into my bones—the feeling of belonging somewhere. With someone.
When he finally pulled back, it was with visible effort. I let out an involuntary whimper of protest. His hands lingered at my waist before he yanked me against his chest again. Then he tilted my head back and captured my mouth in a deep kiss that lit an inferno of need in my veins. His tongue slid against mine, and a moan bubbled past my lips.
“You can’t make noises like that, sweetheart,” he chided. “I’m barely holding on here. I have no self-control when it comes to you.”
I’d finally found someone I wanted, and I wasn’t about to lose the opportunity to experience passion for the first—and maybe only—time.
“Then give in,” I urged, twining my arms around his neck. “Kiss me again.”
His mouth crashed against mine, and he swept me off my feet to stalk toward the trailer at the edge of the construction site. Luckily, he’d unlocked it earlier so he was able to get the door open without setting me down. Kicking it shut behind us, he lay me on the leather couch lining one wall, following me down onto the cushioned surface.
His hard length pressed against my core, and I felt his heat through the thick barrier of our clothes. A flush spread through me as I realized how perfectly we fit. I was a little nervous about what might happen next, but nobody else had ever made me feel as safe as Garner did.
He brushed his lips against mine again in a gentle kiss that quickly ignited, our tongues tangling as I pressed closer. My nipples hardened, aching for his touch, and the heat between my legs grew slick, soaking my panties.
Garner wrapped my hair around his fist, tilting my head to deepen the kiss until I was squirming with need. When he finally pulled back, his lips trailed fire down my neck. Stripping me out of my jacket, he tugged my shirt up and cupped a breast through my bra.
“I want you more than anything, but are you sure about this?” he asked, his thumb brushing over a pebbled peak.
I’d always been careful. Considered the options in front of me, avoiding unnecessary risk. But I threw caution to the wind as I breathed, “Uh-huh.”
He tugged down the cup of my bra, his tongue swirling over the sensitive skin he bared.
I gasped and dug my fingers against his scalp, rocking my hips to align myself with his hardness, desperate for friction.
“Please,” I whimpered. “I need more.”
He lifted his head, his amber eyes searching mine. “I can make you feel good with my hands or my mouth. I don't want to rush you.”
The care in his voice, even as his body strained with want, melted any lingering hesitation. I slipped my hand into the front of his jeans to wrap my fingers around his thick length. “I'm sure. Knowing you'd wait...it just makes me want you more.”
That broke whatever of his self-control remained. He stripped us out of our clothes. Naked skin against skin for the first time, he kissed down my body, pausing to lavish my breasts with sucks and gentle bites that left faint marks—ones I was oddly proud to wear. I arched into him, loving the possessiveness.
“Gonna taste you first, sweetheart.” His hands gripped my hips as he settled lower, wedging his shoulders between my thighs. “Make you come for me this way before I get my cock inside you.”
I threaded my fingers through his hair, guiding him closer. He parted me with his thumbs and groaned at the sight before his tongue circled my clit. The first lick made me cry out, my hips bucking.
As his tongue plunged deep, he growled against me, “This pussy is mine now, sweetheart. Only mine. Gonna make you scream my name so you never forget who you belong to.”