Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“You are too precious to risk yourself like this.”
“Precious?” she echoed.
His next spank landed on the seam of her pussy. Caroline gasped as the fire on her skin seemed to ignite inside her as well. She squirmed on his lap, not wanting to get away but needing more. When he repeated his target, a moan tumbled from her lips, and her hands closed around his thick calf, needing to touch him.
“Naughty girls who take their spankings well earn rewards, Caroline. Do you think you deserve one?” Wraith asked.
Without hesitating, she nodded. She couldn’t get the words to form in her mind as she split her attention between her punishment and the growing arousal inside her. Never had she wanted to come this much.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered in a low, husky voice that told her he was turned on as well.
Eagerly, Caroline inched her thighs apart as far as possible with the jeans and panties bunched around her knees. She inhaled sharply when instead of a swat, Wraith drew two fingers through the wetness between her legs. He traced her cleft, igniting so many sensitive spots.
He inhaled deeply. A second later he said, “I can smell your sweet juices, Temptress. Can I taste you safely?”
She had to repeat that in her mind to digest that question. He didn’t rush her or repeat himself. Wraith simply waited for her answer.
“I got tested after my divorce. I didn’t trust him. Everything came back okay.”
“I’m glad you took care of yourself. Let me see if you taste as sweet as your scent.”
Caroline peeked over her shoulder. Wraith lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them inside. She’d never seen anything so erotic. Forget the pornos she’d tried to watch for research. Wraith was sex incarnate.
“Mmm.” His low voice drew the sound out several syllables. The rumble sent a shiver down her spine. “I’m going to enjoy you, Little girl.”
“How do you know?” she asked. How could he be so sure she was Little?
Wraith stroked his fingers through her wetness again. This time, he explored her pink folds, caressing her. Her eyes wavered on the edge of crossing when he answered, “Daddy radar. Do you want to tell me I’m wrong?”
After hesitating for a few seconds to decide how honest she should be, Caroline answered him. “You’re not wrong. You’re also the first person I’ve ever admitted that to.”
“Lying to me is a bad idea. Telling me the truth is smart.”
Wraith stood, lifted and rotated Caroline, and set her on the bed. She hissed as her hot bottom touched the comforter. She’d feel that for a day, at least. Distracted by those thoughts, she missed Wraith stripping her jeans and panties completely off.
His gaze roamed over her. Feeling self-conscious, Caroline covered her mound. How long had it been since she’d trimmed down there?
“Never hide from me.”
Slowly, she inched her hands away and pressed them flat to the covers. Please don’t be mean. Caroline closed her eyes to shut out what she was sure would be a negative reaction. Adam had always had something negative to say—a suggestion they throw out the cookies she’d baked for him, a mention of a coupon in the paper for a discounted waxing at the salon, or some equally demeaning comment.
His moan made her peek back at him. The hunger written on his face eased her nervousness. When his movement caught her attention, it evaporated. She bit her lip as he stroked a rough hand over the fly of his jeans. The thick shaft penned inside jerked in reaction.
Wraith lowered himself to his knees in front of her. He wrapped his hand around her ankle and tugged her forward until her hot butt dangled partially off the mattress.
“Spread your legs, Precious.”
She inched her thighs apart.
“More, Caroline. I need to see your pretty kitty.”
Those growled words sent a shiver down her spine as she followed his directions.
“More.”
When she stopped again, Caroline knew he could see how wet she was. Losing her nerve, she opened her mouth to tell him this was a bad idea but snapped it shut as he reached over his head to drag his T-shirt off and toss it away.
Needing a better view, she propped herself up on an elbow. He’d looked built with clothes on. Now she wanted to trace the deep grooves in his muscles with her tongue.
Where did that come from? Astonished by her reactions to him, Caroline quickly abandoned an effort to figure out why. This hot biker made her desire to be wild.
Wraith shifted forward between her legs. When she automatically tried to pull her thighs together, he clamped his hands over her knees, stopping that motion. “No hiding, Caroline. Not tonight.”
She nodded before she realized what she was doing. Was he mesmerizing her? Why did she want to do exactly what he said?