Branded: You Own Me & The Virgin's Night Out by Walker Shiloh

Author:Walker, Shiloh [Walker, Shiloh]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Shiloh Walker, Inc
Published: 2015-05-29T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

Maybe he’d thought it would give her one last chance to think it through. The nerves and the hesitancy he kept seeing in her eyes managed to be both tempting and terrifying. He knew how to handle women who knew the game. Quick anonymous sex was the only way he knew. Okay, maybe not quick.

But this woman flooded him with conflicting needs—he wanted to push her up against the wall and drive inside her, hard and fast. At the same time, he wanted to spread her out in the sunlight and learn every curve, every line. Wanted to learn what made her sigh and make her gasp.

And he wanted her fucking name.

Because he wanted that so bad, he thought it would be best if he could make her leave. That rough gesture, grabbing her dress and stripping it away with the abruptness a teenage boy would have shown his first time, had been done to shock. He’d been prepared to see the nerves—then do something else to spike those nerves into something else, maybe even a little fear as she stood there all but naked in front of him.

She wore nothing under the dress save for her panties. Her hair fell free from the dress he’d just dropped, falling down to shield her breasts, the ends brushing her hips.

His so-called plan to save her from himself fell into ashes around him as he went to his knees.

“You’re beautiful.”

He half-listened for the normal comments he was used to hearing—no, I’m not. I’m too fat, my boobs aren’t big enough, my hips are too big…

But she was silent. He reached out and caught her hips, tugged her in close so he could press his mouth to the soft curve of her belly. Her hair brushed his hands and he looked up to see her head slumped.

She braced her hands on his shoulders as a shaky sigh escaped her. “If you keep that up, I might fall down,” she said, her voice soft.

In an instant, he stood. “Then let’s just take care of that.”

The hotel bed was surprisingly comfortable and he caught the blanket in his fist, jerked it back, flinging it to the far side of the room. If he left it anywhere close, he could already see her trying to hide behind it. He lay her down on the bed and took a moment to stare. Maybe she hadn’t wanted the light on, but Boone could see her just fine, thanks to the light coming in through the window, filtering in through the sheer panels. There were light-darkening curtains, but he hadn’t pulled those yet and he was grateful.

He had all the light he needed to admire the long, muscled length of her legs, the flare of her hips. She went to lift her knee, shielding herself and he caught her ankle, dragging it down. She resisted at first but then relaxed.

He caught the waistband of her panties and tugged them down, tossing them to the side of the room before he stretched out next to her.

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