Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 104869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
“Crap,” she whispered, appalled by her foolishness, and took a quick step back. The walking cast made her movements clumsy and she lost her balance in her haste to put some distance between them.
She felt herself going down and threw her arms out for balance, but he was there in an instant. One arm hooked around her waist, while his big, calloused hand splayed against the small of her back. The other was hand was clamped around her vulnerable nape.
All the breath left her body in a gasp and they both went very still as they came to the realization that her naked front was plastered against his chest with nothing but the thin cotton fabric of another one of his vintage tees between them.
Kenny’s hands were curled into loose fists and pressed against his chest. Only she wasn’t pushing him away.
Instead her hands unfurled and her palms stroked up over the hard surface of that beautiful chest until they came to rest over his broad shoulders.
“Why did you do that?” His voice was low and gruff—almost painfully hoarse—and that raspiness tightened Kenny’s nipples into even harder points.
She stifled a moan and shook her head helplessly, her mouth too dry to verbalize any of the words clamoring through her mind.
“Are you trying to drive me mad?” he asked, voice filled with accusation and resentment.
“I was angry. I-I wasn’t thinking.”
He made a rough, angry sound of denial.
“Why are your nipples hard?” The question was curt, breathless, pissed off.
“It’s cold.”
“Liar.” His rejoinder was quiet, gentler. As she contemplated the word and considered what her response should be, Kenny became aware of something else. Something hot and hard pressed up against her abdomen. Something she’d only come to recognize as she recovered from her shock.
“Why is your cock hard?” She flung the question at him, injecting as much accusation into it as he had into his.
“It’s hot. You’re hot. I mean physically. Temperature. Your heat is—” The incoherent mess of words stumbled to a clumsy halt and he shifted the lower half of his body away.
“Liar,” she echoed with relish, and he moved his hands to her arms and pushed her away from him until that was the only point of contact between them.
He stared down at her, his gaze searching and she tilted her chin defiantly and met his eyes unflinchingly.
One corner of his lip lifted in a nasty sneer and he quite deliberately dropped his gaze to her hard, hot-as-coals, throbbing nipples.
Her breasts barely sagged beneath their own weight but her highly sensitive nipples were disproportionately large in comparison to the barely there mounds. Smith had always loved them, likening them to raspberries.
Now, his breathing was ragged as he stared down at them. He swallowed and licked his lips. At the sight of his tongue darting out, Kenny moaned. She had a sudden, desperate longing to feel that talented tongue laving her swollen nipples as he had done so many times before. It had always driven her crazy.
His breathing quickened as he seemed to understand what exactly she ached for.
He was watching her face, his eyes dazed, cheeks flushed, lips parted…and then his gaze dropped to her breasts again.
“Yes.” Her quiet whisper surprised her and she knew she should retract the crazy, impulsive assent immediately. But her tongue felt thick in her mouth, and that soft yes was the last coherent thought that she was able to verbalize.
He swayed toward her, wavering, fighting himself. Striving for the better judgment that had already deserted her.
She could tell the very second he lost the battle with good sense. The heat in his eyes blazed out of control, his jaw tightened, and his nostrils flared.
“One last taste,” he whispered. It sounded like a bargain he’d struck with himself, the words not meant for her. He gave a decisive nod and stepped toward her, guiding her back against the table until her hips hit the edge of it. He jostled the chair aside and lifted her in one swift moment, depositing her on the table and crowding his way between her thighs.
Once there, the big, hard bulge of his cock snugly fit into the notch of her pussy and he dipped his head before she had a moment to orient herself.
His mouth clamped around a nipple seconds later and she cried out, the sound low and prolonged. He gave no reprieve, and she found herself forced backward until her elbows hit the hard surface of the table, while he remained latched to that painfully sensitive knot at the tip of her breast.
Kenny hooked her left leg around his tight butt, dragging him closer until there was no room left between them. They were too close to move against each other, the press creating a throbbing sensation instead of friction.
One of her arms was wrapped around his neck, hand buried in his thick, silky hair. The other had burrowed beneath his T-shirt and was stroking the long, taut expanse of his back.