Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
She was screwed.
Because she was about to get thoroughly screwed.
Yes, she was going to be remorseful about letting him in. But she’d worry about that later.
Later.
Ignore your common sense screaming and simply enjoy the moment.
You’ve been working hard. You’ve been drowning in responsibility.
You deserve a moment of pleasure. A moment for yourself.
But first, she needed some reassurance.
Kyra twisted her head to break the connection of their mouths. “This won’t change anything, Zeke.”
Of course he only grunted in response.
“Tell me you understand that. If we do this, it won’t give you license to make the rules. About me. About us. About Ledger. This will only be sex. Nothing beyond that.”
With flared nostrils, he dug his fingertips deeper into her hips.
“This isn’t you staking your claim, Zeke.”
“Got it.”
She wished she could believe that. He had lied plenty of times in the past to get what he wanted.
“Just want you to remember what it was like between us.”
“I do remember. That’s the problem.”
“Ain’t a problem.”
Chapter Seventeen
When Kyra sighed, he took the opportunity to trap her mouth with his once more. Taking possession of it. Claiming it.
His tongue probed, explored, and clashed with hers. Their breaths mingled. Her aching nipples pressed against his cut at the same time his hot, hard cock did the same to her lower belly.
He swallowed her squeak when he lifted her off her feet by hooking his arms under her ass and hauling her up. When he wobbled, she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist so they wouldn’t fall.
Now his hard length was at the perfect spot: against her pussy.
Somehow he managed to keep their mouths fused and continue to enthusiastically kiss her as he slowly worked his way down the hallway.
Her place was so small it wouldn’t be difficult to find her bedroom. It only took half of a functioning brain cell to know it was the only bedroom left not occupied by their son.
Using his boot, he nudged her bedroom door wider, then used the same to close it behind them. The lock being engaged infiltrated her muddled brain.
She should stop this. Her son—their son—was directly across the hall.
With her back pressed against the door, she fisted his shoulder-length hair, but instead of using it to free herself, she did the opposite. She held him closer as he continued to conquer her mouth.
Using the smooth ball-bearing action of his hips, he thrust his erection against the V of her leggings, making her clit pulse and her pussy twinge.
Suddenly, her mouth was free and his face pressed into her neck. His hair tickled her cheek and warm puffs of air beat against her skin for a second or two before he nipped her. Throwing her head back, she groaned.
Knowing she expected him to put her on her feet, he spun around and carried her over to the foot of the bed instead, held her even tighter, and fell forward.
She lost her breath when his full weight hit her.
If they were going to do this, she didn’t want it to take all night. Ledger could wake up while she was indisposed and cry out for her. Or pound on the bedroom door, wondering why it was locked.
They had no time to waste. They needed to get naked.
As his lips continued to hungrily devour hers, she tried to shove his cut off his shoulders. Of course, with all his weight pinning her to the bed, that was a failed mission.
She forgot about everything for a second when his knee parted her thighs and one hand worked its way up and under the baggy T-shirt she normally wore to bed.
Holy shit. It had been a long time since she’d been touched like this. The last person she had been intimate with was Zeke.
She didn’t realize how much she’d missed it.
Despite knowing Zeke was the worst person to have sex with, she ignored the warning bells going off in her head. Her desire for this man was overpowering her common sense.
When he tweaked her nipples—one, then the other—her back arched, encouraging him to continue pinching and twisting.
Holy crap had she missed this.
She really missed this.
And despite the fact she knew it wasn’t smart, she missed him.
That didn’t mean she wanted to get back together with him, whether they shared a son or not. She couldn’t get caught up in her emotions. What happened tonight needed to stay strictly physical.
It was one thing to scratch an itch; another to reopen an old wound.
Shoving her T-shirt even higher, he bared her breasts, then abandoned her mouth to capture a peaked nipple in his. His tongue flicked at the pebbled tip before sucking it so hard, so deeply, that his molars scraped against it. Flinging her head back, she groaned.
Unlike her, the man was in no rush. He was taking his time, most likely to remind her how good they’d been together. Maybe not as a couple, but as sexual partners. That was one area where their relationship had never been lacking.