Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Oh. God.
And then Mal stopped in front of my closed bedroom door but didn’t make any movement to open it. I tightened my hold on his hand, licking my lips and silently urging him to open it, just push the wood inward and lead me inside.
God, take me inside, Mal.
As if I moaned the words, he made a low sound and did what I silently wanted him to. He opened that door and pulled me inside, shutting it behind us, sealing us in. The heat jacked up high, and I felt beads of perspiration covering me, felt my nipples stab out even harder.
The room was dark, but the curtains were open, and the light from the moon, as well as the streetlight across the street, illuminated the interior enough my eyes adjusted, and I saw clearly enough. I felt the hazy, sexual fog surrounding me, and when I faced Mal, I saw he was already watching me, this very predatory gleam in his eyes, and he looked his fill of my very naked body.
“Look at you,” he all but purred and took a step closer, his big body making me feel especially small right now.
His erection strained against his jeans, this long, hard length pressed against his thigh, the denim formed along the girth. We stood there in silence, the sound of our identical breathing filling the room. The arousal reflected on his face was evident, but there was another expression, and it was that one that had my breath catching.
He looked at me as if I held his world in the palm of my hand, as if the sun set and rose around me.
He looked at me as if I was his… everything.
I didn’t want to think too hard on that, didn’t want to let my hopes and needs for what I wanted with Mal to lead to something that could be disappointment after this was all said and done.
So I pushed everything away except letting my bone-deep arousal take control. “I want you so much, Mal.” I love you.
He didn’t say anything, so I decided it was my turn to really appreciate his very male form.
Wide shoulders led down to defined biceps and a broad, hard, and muscular chest. His abdomen spoke of how toned he was, rolling hills on his lower stomach, and a perfectly sculpted V that disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans.
Goosebumps popped up along my flesh, and I shivered slightly. I was getting impossibly wetter by the second, my cream coating my inner thighs, making them slick with my need.
“How wet are you right now?” he asked in a low tone as he moved his hand down and ran his palm up his cock. My breath hitched as I watched him stroke himself through his jeans.
“So wet,” I managed to squeak out and clenched my thighs together, but all that did was add pressure to my clit, and I gasped.
“Come here, Delilah,” he whispered gruffly.
My legs felt like pudding as I moved closer to him. He reached out with the hand not stroking himself, curled his fingers around the bare skin of my waist, and pulled me closer. I rested my forehead against his warm, hard chest, closing my eyes and just inhaling. God, he smelled good, his cologne—or maybe it was just his scent—driving me crazy and making me dizzy.
“You make me feel so… out of control in my need for you.” His words were low, muffled against the top of my head. And all the while, he kept running his big palm over his equally big cock. For a moment, I just listened to the strong, steady beat of his heart right beneath my ear.
“I’m going to ruin all other guys for you, Delilah.” His words were spoken so softly I didn't know if I heard him correctly, but it didn’t matter, because the truth was simple.
“You’ve already ruined me for anyone else, Mal.” I pulled back and looked up at him, wanting to just bare my heart to this boy. “I only want you.” Forever. Always.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but instead of speaking, he dipped his head and captured my lips with his. The kiss started off slow and passion-filled, and I melted against him. I had my chest pressed to his, and no doubt he could feel how hard my nipples were. He now had both hands on my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh with so much force I knew he’d leave little bruises. And God I wanted that. I wanted to look down at myself and see the physical reminder of what we’d done tonight.
I felt bold and free and found myself reaching between our bodies to pop the button of his jeans free. He groaned against my lips, his body tensing, but he didn’t stop me. And so I started pulling the zipper down the teeth, making this loud, erotic sound in the room.