Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 84289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Right,” he finally says. “It’ll be perfect. So why the fuck did you stop kissing me?”
He leans over me and his lips are on mine before I have time to react, and somehow his second kiss takes me off guard even more than the first.
Niko pulls my lower lip between his teeth and gives it a gentle bite before going in again and biting harder.
“God, fuck,” I hiss at him as he pulls back for just an instant, tracing my lips with his thumb. “You can’t kiss me like that out here.”
He’s holding my face in his hands, his gaze dancing over me like he has zero plans of stopping.
“Give me one reason why not.”
“Because you’ll make me come in my pants right in the middle of this party.”
Admitting that was probably a very bad idea.
His eyes flare wide at the suggestion, a bright flash of hunger, like he very much enjoys the idea of making me lose control like that.
“I’m sure people are starting to notice us,” he says as he leans in close to my ear. I can feel his breath on my earlobe before he bites me there, too.
At that exact moment, I know for certain that there’s a depraved streak inside me that has probably always been there.
Because I don’t feel embarrassed at all.
I don’t feel like I’m behaving badly.
I only have one thought, above all the others, when Niko tells me that people are probably noticing us.
Let them fucking watch.
My cock throbs under my pants as I lean back a little on the couch, spreading my legs just slightly wider, opening up my body language for him entirely.
He runs his palm from my chest all the way up to my neck, cupping my throat for just a moment before sliding his hand around to the back of my head again.
When he presses his lips to mine again I swear it almost feels like we are actually fucking, right here in the room, surrounded by the party. I’ve never felt a fire like this for anyone in my life, and every nerve ending in my body is suddenly hyper aware of every movement Niko’s body makes against my own.
“Don’t ever stop touching me,” I utter against the side of his cheek as he moves to kiss below my ear again, warm and wet.
Too much.
Too far.
Don’t need to say things like that, when this is all for show…
My thoughts dissipate into a hazy fog as soon as they appear, though. I’m lost in him.
More intoxicated than I’ve ever been.
The party seems like an incomprehensible mob around me, and I realize I no longer give a fuck what anyone in here thinks other than him, right now.
He pulls his arm out from around me.
I watch him close.
Waiting for his next move.
Ready to follow him in anything he does, like I’ve been submerged into a primal state of being and I exist purely to act on my desires.
His hand grips mine and he stands up, pulling me after him.
“Back upstairs.”
When he says it I’m like an animal waiting for a command.
Yes.
God, yes.
But as we walk through the crowd, and I even see Weston waggle his eyebrows at me and reach out to give me a fist bump, my desire is reaching a place I can’t control.
By the time we make it through the room and into the long hallway, something desperate is overtaking me.
Now.
Need him right fucking now.
“Come here,” I tell Niko, pulling his hand toward the half-open door at the side of the hallway.
I drag him into the coat closet, which is currently packed with everyone’s coats from the party.
It’s dark in the closet. It smells like cedar wood.
And we’re alone.
My back lands against the small sliver of open wood paneling on the wall and he crushes his lips to mine. I didn’t know it was possible for him to get even more feral than he was out in the party but somehow, it’s happening, as his fingertips dip under the hemline of my shirt and grasp my hips.
“God, how badly do you need to come, baby?” Niko mutters as he reaches down to grip my hard-on through my pants.
“I need you.”
Fuck.
Shove those words back in.
Just because he’s calling you “baby” doesn’t mean you can act so plainly fucking needy with him.
“You want it so fucking bad,” he says in a low, definitive tone that makes my skin burn with heat.
When he moves to kiss my neck I feel his soft hair brush up against my face and even that sensation is making my brain short circuit. I push my hands between our bodies and go for the top button and zipper on my pants, shoving them down.
I’m practically shaking.
I know I shouldn’t be doing this, especially not here where anyone could walk in at any moment, but I’m so beyond making sense right now that I don’t stand a chance of stopping.