Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Her room is on the third floor, all the way at the end of the hall. The purple walls should be overpoweringly girly, and yet they aren't. The room is calming and peaceful. An oasis of tranquility. Bookshelves surround the desk, built right into the wall. Even the sleigh bed piled high with throw pillows and the plush rugs covering the floor suits her. Everything is soft, made for comfort. It fits her well.
I close the door behind us, shutting out the rest of the world, and then place her on her feet. For a long moment, I just stare at her, not sure where to begin. Not because I'm a virgin—though I am—but because she's so fucking beautiful it's unreal. I want to touch every part of her at once, kiss every inch of her simultaneously. It's a damn shame I've only got two hands and one mouth when it means leaving so much of her unsatisfied.
"Come here," I order after a moment, unable to stand not having her in my arms for a moment longer.
Her hips sway as she walks toward me.
I pull her into my arms, dragging her into a kiss that leaves my cock throbbing. My hands slip beneath the hem of her shirt. Her skin is so soft and warm. She trembles at my touch, her whole body reacting to me. A rush of emotion courses through, as vast as the ocean and as bright as the sun.
"Pull your shirt off, Scarlett. Let me see what I've been dreaming about."
A pretty blush suffuses her cheeks, but she bravely reaches for the hem of her shirt. Her eyes lock with mine as she pulls it off over her head.
"Fuck me," I groan in a dazed stupor, the need to feel all that creamy skin beneath my palms and lips intensifying. She's exquisite. I run my hands up her body, brushing my fingers across her nipples. They're hard peaks against her simple lace bra.
Her head falls back on a moan.
I swallow against the need burning through me, against the depth of my desire. I've seen a lot in my life. Doing what I do gives me carte blanche to pull back the curtain on the inner workings of corporations and governments big and small. I know secrets that others would kill to know. I've seen things they'd die to see. But the way she gives herself up to my touch without reservation and the fire burning in her eyes is the most extraordinary thing of all.
A low groan tumbles from my lips, my soul falling to her light.
"Lose the bra, pretty baby."
"Bossy," she whispers. The heat in her eyes says she loves it. So does the way she trembles. My little bookworm loves being told what to do in the bedroom. That's probably a good thing considering how fucking badly I want to take charge and rule her world. Behind closed doors, her world will begin and end with me. She holds all the power, but I'll be the one who teaches her how to wield it.
She reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra. The straps slide down her shoulders. She peels it off slowly, teasing me with little flashes of her creamy skin.
"Good god," I breathe, squeezing my dick to keep from coming in my pants. Her tits are perfect teardrops with juicy pink nipples meant to be sucked and bit and teased until she's pleading for mercy. I doubt I'll have any for her. Not after she's been torturing me all week by giving me the dirtiest books she could think up. "Pinch your nipples, Scarlett. Let me see how hard you like it."
She flushes an adorable pink as I stare at her, licking my lips. She does what she's told, though. She cups her breasts in her hands, brushing her thumbs across her nipples. Her teeth make indentations in her bottom lip.
"Goddamn, that looks good," I growl.
"It f-feels good." She pinches her nipples, plucking and pulling, tweaking them between her fingers. Her head falls back on another decadent moan. "Oh, Finn. It feels so good."
I grab the back of my shirt, yanking it off over my head. My glasses get tangled up and nearly come off with it. When I get them back in place and toss the shirt aside, Scarlett's staring at me with wide, hungry eyes.
"They're so beautiful," she whispers, indicating my tattoos.
"Nothing is more beautiful than you."
"What do they mean?"
"That I like ink."
She smiles at me.
I tug her into my arms, groaning when we're skin to skin. She's so much softer than me. She's the smoothest porcelain. I'm rough steel. And yet she could easily break me. Does she know how completely she owns me? How far gone I am for her?
I take her mouth in a deep kiss, unable to help myself. Now that I've tasted those lips, I keep circling back to them, hungry for more. My stomach clenches, my dick throbbing like a motherfucker. I'm starving for her.