Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Desperate, I change the angle of the kiss, driving deeper into her sweet mouth. She inhales raggedly and grips me tighter. I can’t get enough.
I back her against the bar and notch my burning cock between her legs. Even through our jeans, I feel her wetness. I smell her arousal.
It’s making me ravenous.
She cries out a wordless plea. My heart thrashes against my chest in answer.
I’ve never ached like this. Because, until Kari, no woman has ever felt like mine.
That must be my mating instinct, right?
Before I stormed into her pub, I told myself a taste of her would cure my fever. But I was fooling myself. My desire has morphed from a flame to a roaring blowtorch of need. Self-control and common sense burn to ash. No matter how much I kiss her, it will never be enough.
That has to mean she’s my mate.
We break apart only long enough for me to stare into her wide, dilated eyes. She’s as gobsmacked as I am. Nearly as frenzied, too. I don’t stop to think about how wonderful or damning that is. I simply seize her lips again, my desire turning savage.
Sinking deeper than ever, I fist the teasingly thin silk across her back. I want it gone. Now. I need Kari’s pert breasts and hard nipples in my mouth as I yank off her tight jeans. Then I’ll impale her with every inch of my stiff length and revel in the feel of her beneath me, surrounding me, clutching me.
At the thought, my patience snaps. I can’t fucking wait. Not. Another. Instant.
I grab the buttons at the front of her blouse, still tasting her sweet mouth, and rip the first two free of their moorings.
When I reach the third, she wraps her fingers around my wrists, panting. “You said one kiss.”
Bloody hell, I did. But her mouth is swollen. Her eyes beg me. Her arousal fills my nose. I’m dying to make her mine.
On the other hand, if I seduce her into a five-minute fuck, I won’t be sated. Neither will she. And I would renege on my word to Kari, who’s already been betrayed by the fiancé she once trusted.
“Stop me, then. Say no, and I’ll walk away.”
She doesn’t. Instead, she closes her eyes and tosses her head back with a whimper, exposing her soft neck. Before I can stop myself, I press my lips to her skin and kiss my way down the flesh exposed by the deep vee in her gaping blouse. As I lave the swells of her plump breasts, she clutches me in a white-knuckled grip.
“Ronan…” she groans. “What are you doing to me?”
“Begging to give you what we both need. Is that a yes, love?”
She swallows. “I don’t have the strength to say no anymore.”
Celebration erupts inside me. She’s mine until dawn. I have hours to lavish her with pleasure and make her crave me as much as I need her. I refuse to waste a minute.
“Hold on.” I grab her tight and think of home. Since I’m going for the fantasy, I’m going to have Kari in the one place I’ve never taken another woman.
After the momentary disorienting whoosh behind my navel, I open my eyes to find Kari blinking and swaying on her feet. “Breathe. The nausea will abate.”
She does as she steadies herself against me—the aftereffects of her first teleportation—and scans the room. “Where are we?”
“My bedroom.”
She won’t understand the significance of that, and I don’t dare tell her yet.
“Amazing,” she breathes. “You…thought me here.”
“Magic.” I smile at her wonder. “You all right?”
“Better now that we’re alone. Touch me.” She sounds vulnerable, and she stares at me as if only I can make it better.
“I can’t stop,” I mutter as I tear through her remaining buttons.
As I part the thin fabric to expose a lacy bra that’s nearly transparent, my heart thuds out of control. The need to consume her overtakes me. If I have to wait even half an instant to remove her jeans, my restraint won’t survive.
With a flick of my wrist, I divest her of every stitch. My stare skids across the colorful butterfly tattooed on Kari’s hip. But I’m fixated on the wet, sticky-sweet pussy waiting for me between her thighs.
Is this wrong? She’s human. I’m not, and Wolvseys don’t mate. Ever. In my head, I cue up a preview of my twin’s disgust, of my father’s castigation, of the Wolvsey ridicule the rest of the all-male clan will heap on me before I’m disowned. Then I focus on Kari—and none of my family’s shit matters. In fact, nothing means more to me than this woman right now. No one will keep me from her.
With another swipe of my hand, I dissolve my own clothing. “I need you.”
She looks me up and down, then sucks in a breath. “Hurry.”