Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 155900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Kane groaned a low sound as he stared down at me with my chest heaving.
“Black lace. You really are my every fantasy.” He dragged the back of his knuckle over my left nipple that was pebbled and hard.
“Look at you,” he murmured. “Most fucking stunning thing I’ve ever seen. Stealing my breath and my sanity. Most of all, stealing my heart.”
God. This man. The things he said. He undid me with every word that dropped from his mouth.
“The ways I’m going to find to say thank you.” A bit of that cockiness pitched through his demeanor when he said it.
Shivers raced, though I somehow managed the smallest smile. “Is that so?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Then you probably should get started.”
A low chuckle rolled from him. “That’s it. My needy girl. You want it, don’t you? You’re never going to have to go without it again.”
Another promise.
One I didn’t even want to reject.
Because he reached around to unsnap my bra and dragged the straps down my arms before he tossed it behind him to the floor.
I had no urge to fight or shield or cover.
Goosebumps lifted across my flesh, and my stomach tightened as he gazed down at me.
“Perfect tits. But you’ve got perfect everything, don’t you? Perfect heart and perfect spirit and this tight, perfect body that I’ve been dying to get lost in.”
My head barely shook. “I’m far from perfect.”
Kane reached out and tipped up my chin, attention so intent I was chained by it. “You might not be perfect, Emery, but what I know is you are perfect for me. Meant for me. My match that I didn’t know I was missing.”
Energy streaked, pounding against the walls and reverberating back into us.
As if the ghosts that had haunted us had been freed. Freed to find this moment’s peace.
Kane eased off the side of the bed and came to stand over me.
He never looked away as he kicked off his shoes and his hands went to the button of his jeans. Just touching the bronze that glinted beneath the rays of sunlight that poured into the room through the windows.
The man lit in shimmery beams.
A beacon that had called me home.
Home.
I trembled at the thought.
“You good with this?” he asked, the man full of caution and care all while being this shaken bottle of severity.
I guessed for both of us, this felt insurmountably different than it had last night.
As if a barrier had been broken.
A door opened that had been locked shut.
“I’m more than good. I’m the best I’ve been in a long, long time.”
It should have been impossible after what had happened this afternoon, but it was true.
I’d never felt this alive before.
“Oh, you just wait, Emery…I haven’t even touched you yet.”
He flicked the button, dragged down the zipper, and slowly began to rid himself of his jeans, taking his underwear with them.
He bent over to shove his jeans the rest of the way off his ankles.
Then he stood.
A tower of vibrating strength.
Completely bare.
His cock hard and enormous with that piercing at the tip on full display. The emerald balls on either side of the rod struck in a ray of sunlight and sent colorful baubles of light scattering against the walls.
Maybe the whole intended effect was to have me hypnotized. Enthralled and mesmerized.
Because I was. I was completely caught up. Every molecule in my body lurched toward him in a fit of greed.
His tongue stroked over his bottom lip as he edged forward, the man watching me as he leaned over and traced his thumb over the button of my shorts.
And for one beat of a second, the cockiness evaporated. “You sure, Emery? All you do is say, and we stop.”
“I’m sure.”
I’d never been so sure of anything in my life.
His thick throat bobbed as he swallowed, and he gave me a short nod of understanding before he popped the row of buttons.
The breath left me as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of both my underwear and shorts. My back hit the mattress as he began to drag them down, my hips lifting from the bed to help him.
“Fuck,” he hissed as he wound them free.
He left me completely naked.
Bare and exposed.
And for once in my life, I wanted to be.
“You knock me straight onto my knees, Emery.” The hoarse words scraped through the dense, lust-soaked air. “The sight of you. Most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. These legs and this body and that face. Every time I look at you, I’m done for.”
Energy thrashed.
A shockwave of it.
A storm that had gathered, the same as whatever this connection was had seemed to gather at the ends of the earth to bring us here together. A twisted, convoluted path that I didn’t fully understand.
One that I’d once believed so wrong, but right then, I was having a hard time accepting as fact.