Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
This had been a mistake. One I kept repeating every night. Over and over, until slipping into this room and climbing into bed with Savannah became the only thing that quieted the chaos in my head.
I needed to get up. Untangle myself from her tempting arms and leave before she woke up and realized I’d slept with her.
Then she moved restlessly, and her soft, even breathing stalled.
Shit. She was waking up.
Sure enough, her lashes fluttered against my chest. A small breath escaped her lips, followed by a sleepy, disoriented hum that somehow managed to shoot straight to my cock. She shifted, not fully aware yet, dragging that delicious body of hers against mine in a way that made restraint feel like a fucking joke.
Her eyes opened slowly. Still heavy with sleep. Glazed. Confused.
Then focused directly on me.
For a second, we just stared at each other, breathing the same air, her lips parted, her body pressed flush to mine.
“What…” Her raspy voice was rough with sleep, and I wanted to hear it like that again—but in a different context entirely. “What are you doing in here?”
My mind raced to find an answer, but the way she looked right then—hair messy from sleep, cheeks flushed, her body warm and pliant against mine—wrecked me. She was all soft curves, the bare skin of her legs hot against mine. And those lips had been driving me insane since the moment she opened her smart mouth.
I lost sight of anything else. Suddenly ruled by my base, primal instincts.
Shifting quickly, I rolled Savannah beneath me in one smooth, slow motion. Her breath caught as my body settled over hers, caging her in. One of her legs bent instinctively, cradling my hips so my giant, swollen cock was pressed into the heat between her thighs. Her hands flew to my chest, and her fingers curled into my shirt.
Her pupils blew wide as her chest rose and fell in shallow bursts. Although her luscious lips trembled just slightly, she didn’t look scared.
She looked…needy. Desperate.
And fuck me if I wasn’t already gone.
“You look like sin, baby,” I rasped, my voice rougher than I’d meant it to be. “And I’m in no shape to fight the devil this morning.”
Her mouth parted, and my lips crashed against hers.
It was like lighting a fuse with a fucking blowtorch.
Savannah moaned this deep, helpless little sound that vibrated against my tongue. Then she kissed me back like she’d been waiting for it, starved for me. Her fingers curled in my hair, her hips shifting beneath me in a slow grind that made every blood cell in my body scream.
I kissed her like I’d been waiting a lifetime. As if I’d earned it. Like I’d fuckin’ earned her. It was the furthest thing from the truth, but I didn’t care.
Our mouths tangled, rough and messy and so damn good I nearly forgot every reason this was a terrible fucking idea.
Her nails scraped lightly down my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. My hips jerked against hers before I could stop them, and the friction nearly broke me. I shifted, grinding against her sex, and the heat radiating from her practically singed me right through the thin layers of clothing between us.
I kissed down her jaw and across her neck. She arched into me, head falling back, lips parted on a gasp as I licked at the spot beneath her ear.
“Kane…” she whispered, and the wrecked way she said my name fucking shattered me.
I slid a hand under the hem of her shirt, fingers brushing the warm skin of her waist. Her stomach trembled beneath my palm. She wasn’t stopping me. She wasn’t protesting. She was clinging. Silently begging for more.
“Fuck,” I growled against her skin, forcing myself to slow down, even as my cock throbbed with every beat of my pulse.
I pulled back just enough to look her in the eye. Her lips were swollen, eyes glassy with want.
“You don’t get to pretend this didn’t happen,” I demanded, my voice a low rasp. “Not after this.”
She blinked, dazed. Her hand fisted in the front of my shirt.
“But when I’m deep inside you—which will happen, sugar—it won’t be because I made that choice for you.” Every word was edged with restraint that felt like it’d been welded to my bones. “You want me, you’ll have to admit it. Out loud. Because once I have you, there’s no walking that shit back.”
Her breath caught again, her thighs squeezing around me.
But she didn’t say anything.
Damn, I wanted her to. But she wasn’t ready.
For the moment, the way she looked at me—like she wanted to taste every dark, dangerous part of me—was enough.
I cursed under my breath and rolled off her before I said fuck it and ruined everything.
The loss of heat between us was immediate. She let out a soft, involuntary noise that was somewhere between a whimper and a moan and nearly dragged me right back in.