Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
The kiss ends, and he retreats, just an inch, enough for our eyes to pick up the conversation our lips started. Then his face dips in again, his lips brushing mine with the softest words I've ever heard.
"I want to kiss you again. You're already more precious to me than you know. But this time, I want you to kiss me back."
Before I can think, I reply. "I want that, too."
I manage a fraction of an inch forward, and the brush of his lips becomes a kiss, one that quickly turns the corner into something more. His tongue traces my lower lip. His measured breathing breaks into a low groan, and my belly turns up and in and over and down, all at once.
His tongue is warm and full, and he tastes like wintergreen and something darker, all male. I don't know what I thought a kiss would taste like, but this is so much better.
I've never been kissed in my life, but in every dream I had, this is how I imagined it. Soft yet urgent, with a man who devours me with his lips and his eyes.
All of my reservations drain from me. A spinning takes over. A force I've never felt before, pulling me onward.
My hands fly up to grip the back of his neck, tightening over the muscle, savoring the hard tension under my fingers. The short, shaved hair prickles my palms. He's warm, and when I squeeze, he lets out a groan that makes me light-headed.
It's the sound of a man in need, and I love that I'm the one pulling it out of him. He needs something, and that something is me.
The tension between my legs blazes into a wildfire. I press my thighs together, not sure if I'm trying to stop the feeling or push it higher. His teeth click against mine, and my lips open, my tongue pushing into his mouth, and the movement drags a growl out of him into our kiss.
His hands sweep around me, moving slow and firm and deliberate, until one settles at the back of my neck and the other holds me steady.
I'm lost in the kiss when he grunts like I've hurt him somehow. Then he's gone. Breaking the kiss, leaving me breathing hard as he pulls back.
And just like that, the connection is gone, and he's back at full height, clearing his throat, dragging in a deep, shaking breath, unable or unwilling to meet my eyes as he gathers the suitcase and the nylon bag.
All I can do is watch him retreat through the open bedroom door, leaving me sitting there, red-faced, embarrassed, and foolishly wanting more.
4
Allister
Steady, man. Jesus. I can't breathe.
I limp back out the front door and load the last of her belongings into the Suburban, dragging in a breath that sounds like it could be my last.
That's a fucking death rattle, not a breath. What the fuck is wrong with me? She was fucking kissing me back. Hard. She was clinging to me, and I just walked away?
I rest a hand on my head and try to get my bearings while the sun streaks through the trees around the guesthouse.
Now I've left her sitting in there all alone. I bailed on the best kiss of my life, a kiss that was leading somewhere I've dreamed about since I laid eyes on her.
It's no excuse, but damn if I wasn't sure I could control myself. My dick sure couldn't. I came in my fucking pants when she squeezed the back of my neck and pushed her tongue into my mouth.
Fuck.
I kissed her and came. And it was by far the best orgasm of my life.
I lean my forearms against the car, lower my head between them, and try to get a grip. My dick hasn't lost an inch. It's begging for more, the warm cum from that climax spreading in my boxers and down my shaft.
That's when I spot the driver, Wilson, the limo pulled in by a stand of trees at the entrance to Deck's place.
And he's just standing there. Watching me.
What the fuck?
He starts for the driver's door, but I'm already bolting toward him.
"Hey!" I shout. I don't know who to trust with Leah.
Any of the staff could've been in on it with Victor and Simon. I'd drop every one of them if it were up to me, but it's not, so I'll handle it myself. "I want to talk to you."
The engine turns over as I get closer, and I dig in and sprint, catching the car just as it pulls forward. I step in front of it and slam my palm against the hood. His eyes snap open, staring at me through the windshield.
"What?" Wilson lifts both hands, slow and easy, his eyes level on mine.
I'm around to his side before he can get it moving again. "Get the fuck out of the car."