Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“Yeah, baby?” I asked her, my voice low and gruff. Fuck, I was hard as a rock for her. I wanted her so goddamn badly.
She drew in a deep breath, a telltale sign that she was about to ask me a question that was nerve-wracking for her to ask. I stayed silent, giving her time to say what she wanted to say.
I didn’t rush this woman. I might push her—sometimes too fucking hard—but I never rushed her. I allowed her to do shit on her own time.
“If I asked you to fuck me, to make me yours, would you stop if it became too much for me?” she asked, her voice cracking.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, tossing her loofa to the floor as I drew her back against me. Her breath hitched in her throat when my cock pressed against her perfect ass. “You know I would never do anything to hurt you, my girl,” I reminded her. “You tell me what you want, and you tell me when to stop.”
“I want to try this.” Her body trembled. I pressed a soothing kiss to the side of her neck. “But I’m nervous. I haven’t done anything with anyone in years—not since—" She cut herself off, unable to say that fucker’s name out loud.
If Tristan hadn’t put a bullet between his eyes, I would have killed the mother fucker myself for what he did to her.
I gently turned her to face me, letting my eyes meet her dark ones—so pretty, so guarded—even against me. But I planned to change that. I wanted to be the one person—the one man—she could completely trust.
This woman was the center of my fucking universe.
“Trust me,” I softly told her.
She nodded. I shook my head at her, making her frown at me. God, she was so damn adorable. “Words, my girl.”
Her eyes shone the slightest bit when I called her ‘my girl’. They always did.
And she was mine. She would always be mine.
She drew in a deep breath, nodding again. “I trust you,” she told me.
I cupped her face in my hands and leaned down, slanting my lips across hers. She moaned, her lips opening beneath mine, her body relaxing as she reached out and grabbed my sides, stepping closer to me. A low groan sounded from my throat.
Perfect. Absolute fucking perfection.
I slid my hands down her soft body until I could slide them around her waist to her back. Her body froze against mine, and I could feel her heart thudding hard and fast against my chest, but I only continued kissing her, coaxing her along as I slid my hands up her back.
One day, I planned to kiss every single one of those scars. But not tonight. Tonight, I wanted to show Jessie that she was worthy of being loved—that she wasn’t destroyed.
She was fucking strong as hell.
She was the most beautiful puzzle I would ever have the pleasure of putting together—a fucking masterpiece.
She slowly relaxed, responding more to the kiss again. I slid my hand into her hair, my other arm banding around her waist, yanking her so close to me that I couldn’t tell where my body ended and hers began.
“Bed,” I rumbled. Fuck, I wanted to take her against this shower wall, but tonight, she needed something a little less savage. Some other time, I would fuck her on and against every surface that I possibly could, but tonight, I needed to show that I would never look at her differently, that her body was still worthy of being worshipped.
“Ink,” she moaned in protest.
“No, my girl,” I told her as I reached forward and turned the water off. “Your first time with me is not going to be a hard fuck in the shower. I’m taking you to bed, and I’m making love to you. Anytime after this, I’ll fuck you wherever the hell I can manage to get you naked at.”
Her breath hitched in her throat at my words. I lifted her into my arms and stepped out of the tub, carrying her towards her bed. I didn’t even give a fuck that we were both soaked, that her bedsheets were going to be extremely wet by the time I finished making her mine. I would go get us clean ones after. But right now, I fucking wanted her.
I laid her down on the bed before I moved over her, taking her lips captive as my own again. She moaned, her legs opening so she could cradle me between her warm, slick thighs.
I growled, my hand tightening on her hip as I lightly thrust forward. Fuck, I wanted to drag this out with her. Our first time together, and she was making it extremely hard for me to take this shit slow. She was so fucking wet, so slick.