Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
"Told you that I wasn't givin' up, Sunshine," I murmur, prowling toward her.
She scowls at me, but she doesn't try to stop me when I wrap my hands around her waist, hauling her up against me. I only mean to kiss her. Truthfully, that's the only thing on my mind. But when she bites my bottom lip, images from my dreams slam into me like a fucking freight train.
I fucked her all over her house in my dreams last night. I woke up with my cock in my hand this morning and her name on my lips.
I end up pinning her against her front door, her legs spread wide around my hips.
"Stop me," I growl, grinding my cock against her hot little pussy while attacking her neck. "Right now, Letty."
"I…I…" Her head thumps against the door, her nails digging crescents into my shoulders. "Don't stop."
There are no better words on earth. There just aren't.
I slip my hand between us, shoving it into her leggings. Her little lace panties are soaked. She's bare beneath, swollen and dripping for me. I know damn well that I shouldn't be doing this right here and now, but when she whimpers my name, grinding against my palm, I can't help myself.
"I want you comin' all over my fingers, Sunshine," I growl, sucking at the pulse in her throat. "Ride my hand until you break for me."
I slip one and then another finger inside her, damn near losing my mind at how tight she is. At how wet she is. Christ Almighty, she wraps around me like silk.
"Walker," she moans, panting. Her hips buck, her body writhing.
"Just like that, baby. Keep riding them just like that," I croon against her skin, running my thumb in circles over her clit. I want to draw this out, take my time, and eke out every last ounce of pleasure I can get from her, but there's time for that later.
I nip her skin, curling my fingers up to strum her G-spot. "Give it to me, Letty baby."
She chokes on my name, splintering apart with the sweetest whimper. I crash my mouth down on hers, swallowing her soft cries as she shakes apart in my arms, coming like a goddamn dream. I don't let up until she's limp and boneless in my arms, shivering through aftershocks.
"Good girl," I croon, slowly pulling my hand from her panties.
She whimpers when I pop them into my mouth, licking them clean.
"You taste like a dream, Sunshine."
"Walker," she groans, squirming like she's embarrassed.
"Hey." I tip her head back, forcing her to look at me. "I told you that I'm not giving up. Not until these—" I press my palm against her sex and then her heart— "are mine."
Her wide eyes meet mine, full of something I can't name. It's some mix of hope and fear that makes my breath catch.
I kiss her again softly, and then slowly ease her back to her feet, reading that look for what it is. She wants this, maybe as much as I do, but she doesn't fully trust me yet.
That'll change.
Until it does, I've got time.
Idon't manage to make it back in time to escort her to the kitchen for dinner. I barely make it back in time to eat dinner, but I'm pleasantly surprised when I drop into a chair, weary all the way to my fucking bones, and she immediately brings a plate over to me.
She hasn't tried to enhance my food since I saved her life, but my first bite is tentative anyway…just in case.
She's a damn good cook. The pork loin is so tender, it damn near melts in my mouth.
"Jesus, Sunshine," I groan, flicking a glance up at her. "This is damn good."
She blushes slightly, fidgeting. "How's your arm?"
"My arm is fine." I don't know how she noticed the scratch, but she's been asking about it every time she sees me with this guilty look on her face, like it's her fault it happened. It isn't. I would have risked a lot more than a scratch to keep her safe. The scratch doesn't rate. It wasn't even deep enough to need stitches.
"What the fuck happened to your arm?" Wade asks beside me, shoveling food into his mouth like a goddamn human vacuum.
"Bobcat," I grunt.
"He saved me," Letty adds softly.
"From a bobcat?" Wade's brow arches. "Pity it didn't eat him. Would have saved the rest of us a whole lot of irritation."
I scratch the side of my face with my middle finger, earning a smirk from my pain-in-the-ass brother.
"He's not that bad," Letty says.
Half the goddamn table hears her, staring in shock. They're all well aware that she has not been my biggest fan. Wade and Bishop had a blast telling everyone about the hot sauce and salt she poured into my food.
Frankly, I'd rather that they know. Gossip spreads around a ranch about as fast as it does on the goddamn internet. Every man on the property knows that Toby was fired for disobeying orders about her. They also now know she's mine. They're too busy placing bets on how long it takes me to win her over to try to repeat his mistake.