Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
I cover her hands with my own. They tremble under my touch. Confused, I bring her fingers to my mouth. “Kitten, why are you scared?”
“This doesn’t make any sense, Kaden. I’m not famous football player girlfriend material. I don’t have blond hair. I don’t have a banging body. I’m not small and delicate like my mom. I’m big. Look at my hands.” She spreads her fingers wide.
“They’re pretty.” I don’t know what I’m looking at.
“I’ve got man hands.”
“They don’t look like man hands.” I place my hand next to hers. It’s small compared to mine. “They look like Frankie Lodato’s hands. Capable. Strong. Nice nails.” I run my finger across the top of one. ”And I don’t want someone small and delicate. I like your size. You fit me.” I bring her close, letting her measure her frame against my bigger one. “If you were smaller, I’d be afraid to hurt you, but you’re right sized.” I brush the hair away from her face and catch her chin between my fingers. “Me sized.”
This time when I kiss her, I take my time. The pantry was a quick one, a stolen peck that I couldn’t resist. But now, in my bedroom with her trying to flee, I make a case for staying with my mouth and tongue. I lick the roof of her mouth, battle her tongue. I bite her lower lip and then soothe the wound with a lick. I kiss her deep and long until the fight drains out of her, until her arms find their way around my neck and she molds her strong, gorgeous body against mine.
I pick her up easily and press her jean-clad pussy against my denim-covered cock. Using the leather chair for support, I lean back and rub her up and down against my shaft, letting her feel my heat and want.
She shudders and starts to ride me all on her own. Her fingers bite into my shoulders as she levers herself along my aching erection. One of my hands palms her ass while the other skates up her back, marking each bone of her spine, the angel wings of her scapula, the elegant curve of her neck.
Her body tenses as she seeks a release that is just out of reach. I shift upright and walk toward the bed. As I lay her down on the mattress, I break off our kiss. “What size are you, Kitten?”
“You size.”
I smile. “That’s right.”
Chapter Thirteen
FRANKIE
Kaden grinds his cock against me. Why can’t I be a dress girl? I hate these jeans now. They are between me and the pleasure Kaden is determined to give me. I don’t understand why, but for now, I’m going to let it go. The man could go out and find a million girls, but he’s here with me.
“Kaden.” I run my hands up under his shirt. “Oh my God. How many abs do you have?!”
“You can count them if you like.” Kaden uses one hand to reach behind him and pull his shirt over his head, tossing it away in one quick, smooth move.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, running my hands down the man’s broad chest. Not only can you see every muscle, but he has a thin layer of chest hair that makes him even more masculine. It’s not one that’s waxed and all shiny like a basted turkey. No, that’s not Kaden. He might be a fancy, rich football player, but he’s not really flashy. Honestly, he’s nothing like I thought he would be.
"That makes the three-plus hour workout this morning worth it." Holy crap. My idea of a workout is walking a few city avenues. Don’t judge me; they’re a lot longer than you think in big cities.
"Three hours! I'd die."
"Can't have that." Kaden comes back down over me. His giant body easily covers mine. This man has a way of making me feel delicate and feminine. “You can lie right here and I’ll give you three hours of pleasure. Get that heart rate up.”
A small laugh leaves me. That might be a workout I can get behind. This time, it's me who pulls him down for a kiss. Kaden’s lips claim mine, taking over. I didn’t know a person could dominate a kiss, but Kaden does.
His mouth breaks from mine to trail kisses along my jaw. “You have too many clothes on.” I nod in agreement as I tilt my head so that he can kiss down my neck. I suck in a breath when he rakes his teeth across my skin, making my nipples harden and my breasts heavy. The ache between my thighs grows with each second that passes.
Kaden is waking up my body in a way it has never been before. What is he doing to me?
"I'm loving on you." I hadn't meant to say that out loud.