Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 135300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
We both know what happens next, but there’s still that delicious, slow drop.
The very second my heartbeat starts to drum too loud in my ears, when my legs shift apart for his hand, when time itself freezes and we’re just simmering in possibility.
Maybe, baby.
Tonight, maybe I don’t want to think.
Maybe I want to be destroyed.
Then he makes a guttural noise that might be a groan, a growl, or something unspeakable. Either way, it’s animalistic, chaotic, and when he kisses me, it’s an earthquake.
Holy shit!
Kane’s restraint snaps, and then he’s everywhere.
His mouth is soft, but he nips my bottom lip as I rock against him, already drunk on his kiss.
His tongue slides into my mouth.
He tastes like blueberries and thyme.
Heat floods me.
“Seriously, did you—”
“Yeah, I’m addicted to your muffins, woman. I ate another one after dinner. But only half as obsessed as I am with finding out what that mouth does besides sass.” His finger slides over my lips, silencing me.
God, I’m in pieces.
And I grind my hips more deliberately this time, settling against him until the pressure intensifies.
I moan helplessly.
He swallows the sound, pulling it out of me, drowning me in a growl.
“Keep it down. The kids are sleeping,” he whispers against my jaw.
Oh, crap, yes.
The kids.
Before, that was enough to throw me off of him like a ten-thousand-volt shock, but now I just tilt my head back, giving him access to my neck.
This man doesn’t need to be asked twice.
Kane’s cock grinds against me as he goes to town, huge and pulsing and needy.
Every thrust of his hips makes me feel him, his length dragging over my thigh like he’s marking me.
Sweet Jesus, I have to bite my bottom lip.
The stars overhead blur like diamonds as my eyes roll.
“Kane, Kane… don’t stop!” Under a minute and I’m already begging.
Yikes.
And as the hand on my hip slides up to my breasts, as he sucks my throat, as he delicately kisses the shell of my ear and breathes more molten lust into me, my surrender deepens.
His fingers tweak my nipples before he pinches them.
A fire burst zings straight to my core.
My pussy throbs until my thighs clench his other hand, teasing and so close to bringing me home.
“Shit. You know I’ve been thinking about these since the day you barged in?” he whispers gruffly.
“You did the barging, but—really?” I’m frozen. “I wasn’t even wearing anything that showed them off.”
“Wasn’t that a shame? You teased my dick to oblivion without trying, duchess. Bad.” He pinches my nipple until I gasp. “And this bathing suit. Fuck.”
“It’s more like a backup. I’ve got way better at home.”
“I want to see you in all of them. Then I want to tear them off and fuck you senseless.”
Ohhh, no.
He licks down my neck, and I shudder, rolling my hips against his cock, climbing him in the water.
I think I could come from this alone, and that’s insane.
Normally, I need some manual help on my clit.
But Kane Saint’s touch is pure sorcery of the darkest kind.
When his big hand touches the small of my back as he pushes me up and his mouth descends onto my nipple, I’m not prepared.
My bathing suit already feels so warm on my skin, but his mouth is searing.
Blindingly hot.
I’m a gasping mess, biting my lip when he pinches my other nipple. A loud moan spills into the night.
Holy hell, I’ve got to be quiet.
The munchkins really can’t see us like this.
“Kane, hey?” I whisper to the night sky. “Are you sure they won’t wake up?”
“Positive. Movie’s still going. And if they do, they’ll either head upstairs to crash or wait for me in my room. They don’t change routine much when they’re this tired.”
With his hands on my hips, he grinds me against him, turning me into his toy and I don’t even mind.
“They won’t see anything. Promise.” He kisses me softly.
“I—I hope so. That would be a disaster.”
“Enough fussing about the bad, duchess.” He flicks his tongue over my other nipple again. “What do you want? Don’t tell me you want to stop before you’ve felt me.”
No, no.
I want everything.
His hands carving my shape in his memory, his mouth reducing me to a prayer, his dick inside me.
Tonight.
Now.
Tomorrow, too.
I reach between us, grabbing his mad erection through his trunks.
“I want this. You don’t get to be a prick just because you’re part oak tree,” I whisper.
“Fuck!” he rasps against my mouth as I squeeze him.
Holy flaming hell.
Somehow, I find the wit to tease, just like he did to me, stroking his impressive length through the slick material and adoring the way he jerks and throbs with every pump of my hand.
Kane leans back like the beast he is, his eyes hot and heavy even through the darkness as he watches.
He vibrates with tension, but his hands stay riveted to my hips, holding me as he lets me rile him up.