My Unexpected Vow: California Billionaires Book 2 Harlow James (scary books to read txt) 📖

With my teeth clenched, I attempt to reel in my anger, but my body is vibrating. “Bite me, Hayes,” I spit out, furious that all the points he’s making are justified. Unsettled because the same thoughts have been going through my mind, but he’s brave enough to say them.

This is all becoming too real, too scary—the idea that I want him, despite what I’ve been predisposed to think for years of my life.

“Oh, I’ll bite you, Waverly. I would love nothing more than to mark you. Just tell me where, sweetheart.”

Our eyes shift back and forth as the tension between us builds. I can feel my body humming, my heart thrashing wildly as my chest rises and falls with my escalating breaths. This is the most honest we’ve been with our words, with our frustrations. The way his eyes are searing into me right now has my body heating up from the inside out, my nipples pebbling against my bra, my thighs clenching together as I see his decision flash across his eyes.

He slowly moves toward me, and as I absorb Hayes’ grip on my hips, tightening as his body presses into mine.

And at that moment, I realize that I want him and I’m done fighting it.

I want his hands in my hair, his fingers digging into my hips. I want his tongue in my mouth, on my breasts, flicking my clit. I want the weight of his muscular body that I’ve been privy to many glances of now hovering over me, driving into me, wrapping me in his heat.

And I want his cock. God, do I want his cock.

And I don’t care what the repercussions will be.

I reach up and grab the length of my hair, pulling it all over my left shoulder, exposing the right side of my neck.

“Here.” I point to the column of my throat where I can feel my blood pulsing through my veins, pounding against the delicate skin.

His brow draws together. “Here, what?”

“Bite me here, Hayes.”

The confusion in his eyes goes away in a flash as he settles his gaze on my neck. Lust and need roll in waves between us as he clears his throat before saying, “Once I touch you, I’m not going to stop, baby.”

“I don’t want you to.”

His eyes pierce through me, branding me and pulling me under this spell that I’ve been fighting when it comes to this man. But I think Emma was right—every interaction between us has just been rounds of foreplay leading up to this very moment.

Hayes dips his head down, inhaling deeply as he brushes the tip of his nose along my skin. And I shudder, gasping at the feel of his warm breath against my neck, followed by the press of his lips in the very spot I pointed to.

And then I feel his teeth, sharp and cold, raking along my skin right before he opens up his mouth wider and bites down. And I gasp again as tiny shards of pain and pleasure detonate in my body, shooting outward from the spot where he bit me and migrating to the apex between my thighs.

“Fuck, Waverly,” he grates out before sliding his tongue against the flesh he just bit and then moving in to repeat the process.

And then he snaps.

Standing tall once more, Hayes grips the back of my head and pulls my mouth to his, punishing me with the bruise of his lips as he kisses me deeply. He swallows my moans, lashes his tongue against mine, and owns me with this kiss.

But I’m pretty sure he’s owned me for longer than I care to admit.

His other hand moves around my waist, gripping the back of my shirt as we continue to kiss and drown in each other. He releases me from his grasp and his mouth, and then pulls my shirt over my head, staring down at my breasts as he takes in my white cotton bra, tracing the edge of the cups with his forefinger.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy.”

I quickly move to help him extract his shirt from his body as well, tossing it to the floor somewhere to the left of us as Hayes lifts me by my waist and places me on the kitchen counter, pulling me forward so that he can press his hard length between my legs. And then his lips are back on mine as he swivels his hips, creating insurmountable friction against my clit beneath my jean capris.

And my mind is spinning.

I’m kissing Hayes.

I’m grinding on him.

I’m handing myself over to him and I’m loving every minute of it.

Hayes breaks the kiss and then moves his mouth down to my collarbone, kissing and biting along the thin skin there, sending an even bigger flurry of arousal through my body.

“God, yes.”

“Fuck, baby. I can’t stop biting you. I’ve wanted to every time you’ve said that to me.”

“Don’t stop, Hayes. Mark me all over.” The thought of Hayes marking me and claiming me only spikes the arousal raging inside of me. He claimed me earlier with his words, and now he’s claiming me with his body.

The scruff on his chin rubs against my flesh as he nips and teases me with his tongue. And that burn mixed with all the other sensations Hayes’s touch is giving me has my body all but ready to explode.

Hayes pushes back and reaches for the button on my capris just as I do the same on his shorts. I jump down from the counter as his hands reach behind me and pop the clasp on my bra, pulling the white cotton from my chest. It becomes a race to extract the remaining clothes from our bodies and then Hayes lifts me once more, spinning around to lay me on the island this time, the cold marble biting into my skin, but cooling down the inferno blazing in my body, running through me like a wildfire.

Closing my