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 stare at each other, barely breathing.
His dark hair matches the shadows on his handsome face, his jaw tight and his eyes smoldering like green witchfire.
I already know it’s a mistake as I pull him into the room, shutting the door behind us, but that’s life.
The best things are always terribly messy.
“Are they sleeping okay?” I ask as I work off his shirt.
His hands are already on my hips, rough fingers running over the silky material.
“Out like lights. Wasn’t hard after I told them a few more stories about my trip to Kona.”
“Good.” I tilt my head back as he kisses my neck, his lips branding me.
My room is farther away from theirs, at the other end of the house.
“Holy shit, don’t stop.”
“Not on your life,” he growls.
And he pushes me back until my knees hit the bed, my legs buckle, and I fall backward.
His large body eclipses mine, and his mouth smothers my lips until I’m deliciously dizzy, ready to lose myself in the dark silk heat of his passion.
I’m already a little lost.
I dig my fingers into his hair, urging his mouth to my breasts.
He goes down sucking, tongue hot and ready, teasing me through the opening in my robe.
“Love this robe. Easy access,” he whispers. “Did you wear it for me, duchess? For this?”
I try to answer, but the way he pulls my nipple with his teeth renders me speechless.
“I… I thought it’d be faster.”
“Didn’t ask about fast. I asked if you wore it for me, woman.” He flicks his tongue over my nipple again and I gasp.
“What do you think?”
“I think you’ve been waiting with your greedy little pussy, counting down every second.”
I laugh at how ridiculous this is.
He’s an ex-hockey star with two innocent kids sleeping down the hall, and we have a freaking psycho out there who might not be done with the house.
Yet the only thing I can think about is his touch.
“Are you wet for me, duchess? Tell me,” he demands, sliding a hand down my belly.
“Maybe,” I lie.
Lame.
Like my body isn’t just one big pulsing cactus, full of needles and so, so thirsty.
“It’s only fair. You put me through two whole hours of hell downstairs during that movie. Had to keep my dick on a leash,” he rasps, tearing my robe fully open.
Yes, I’m naked underneath.
He rumbles his appreciation.
“If we were alone, I’d have made you ride my face on the floor.”
He’s. Killing. Me.
Then he parts my thighs, pushing my legs open, kneeling down and breathing warm teases against my pussy.
Instant goosebumps.
“Kane!” I grab the duvet for dear life.
His lips are so soft, yet infinitely wicked as he kisses his way up my inner thigh, biting along the way.
“Goddamn, you smell like sex. You’re going to come so hard on my tongue you’ll go blind.”
His words are a spell.
So I do the only thing I can.
I close my eyes and give my body to Kane Saint and the sweetest torture.
One hand on my knee, holding me open. The other across my stomach, pinning me down, like he knows how much I’ll writhe and how self-conscious I get with oral.
Only, with him, I barely notice.
He makes me feel that good, too drunk on sensation to do anything but feel.
It’s crazy that just this morning I woke up in his bed after our first night together. The way he touches me now makes me feel like he was made for this.
He was built to sweep away my senses, leaving a dangerous addiction and nothing else.
“Kane,” I whisper as his tongue sweeps my folds, tormenting my clit.
He takes his sweet time, mouth and scruff pressed to my hip, his hot breath caressing my inner thighs, my pussy, alternating until I bare my teeth.
I’m flipping panting.
I need him to bring me home more than I need oxygen.
“What do you want, woman? Use your words.”
“Stop teasing,” I gasp as he finally buries his tongue where I need him most.
He parts my folds, sucking and licking, fucking his way deeper until he reaches the spot on my inner walls that makes my legs shake.
Holy shiiit!
“Yeah, give it up. You taste so good, little duchess.” The way he groans is everything.
His eyes are feral daggers, cutting me open as he runs his tongue slowly over his lips.
I need a moment.
I need a thousand years.
The sheets feel soft under my clenched fingers, and he’s holding me down firmly.
He has to and he knows it.
I can see his muscles and veins bulging as he makes me his prisoner, forever willing, aching to be destroyed.
I don’t know why that’s so sexy, but it is.
He’s commanding like other men only wish they could be. I’ve been with boys before who tried to be dominant, but with them it was over the top. Forced.
With Kane, it’s as natural as a slow, relentless summer storm.