Page 75 of Three Reckless Words

Her body kills me.

Lush hips and full, heavy breasts that seem strange on her small frame. I’ve been seeing her naked in my head since the first day we met.

And since that first almost-kiss? I haven’t jerked off so much in years, throwing myself under ice-cold showers, only to have Winnie’s pussy invade my mind. Fucking hounding me until I fist-pump ropes of come from my cock.

Now, those ropes may wind up where they belong.

What the hell is wrong with me?

This sickness, it isn’t me.

It’s just making out, one long mistake we should stop any second, as soon as we come to our senses, but my entire bodyburns.

I rub a thumb along her breast and she gasps in my mouth. Her soft arms cling to my shoulders, pinning her to me.

I sink my teeth into her bottom lip, biting her again.

It’s like she doesn’t know how mad she makes me, how fucking sexy she is.

In hindsight, there’s no way I could’ve resisted the way she bit her lip as she watched me leave. A guarantee with another billion dollars, ten more years of life, and three more inches on my dick couldn’t have turned me away.

Resisting Winnie in the garden was a feat alone.

I don’t know how I managed.

She shreds my self-control with a single green-eyed glance and she doesn’t even know it.

That’s the best kind of seduction.

My favorite kind.

The kind where she’s oblivious to her own vixen power. It’s spontaneous, natural, and so fucking potent I worry I’ve lost brain cells in charge of my reason.

No, it’s not just the fact that I haven’t had so much as a quick hookup in years. Living like a monk for Colt, for my business, that’s been the norm.

It’s not this earthquake rippling through my life that’s taking me apart.

It’sher.

I forgot what pure, unfiltered woman feels like, and Winnie reminds me with every whimpering kiss, every caress of her round tits against my chest.

Holy shit.

I’m snarling hellfire through my teeth as I press her to the wall, shifting my hips so we’re aligned, my cock throbbing so hard it wants to knock me out cold.

We’ve been kissing for two minutes—hell, maybe two days for all I know—and I’m ready to rip right out of my pants.

If we don’t stop now, we never will.

It’s the uncontrollable nature, the feral animal inside me, that makes me breathe like my lungs are torn.

Her leg sweeps around mine, just enough to push her pussy against my thigh, so hot and slick even through the fabric.

“Archer, please. Anything you want,” she whispers. “Anything.”

That last little promise with her voice shaking, so brittle and helpless, jolts me back to my senses.

I throw myself back before I can’t, breaking free from her siren clutches.

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