Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 102942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
My chin lifts, looking up at him, and I inch even closer, pausing when his voice cracks through the silence. “Don’t,” he warns.
I swallow over the fear and keep moving, keep bringing myself closer until I press up onto my tippy toes, my lips gently brushing past his. “Or what?”
Any sense of control burns to ash between us as a deep groan rumbles through his chest, and not a moment later, his hand snaps around my waist, pulling me in hard against him, his lips crushing down on mine.
I sink into him as though coming home, my hand weaving up around the back of his neck as his lips work over mine, claiming everything that I am.
“This doesn’t change anything,” I say against his lips, trying to convince myself that whatever this is between us isn’t real, despite having spent the last ten minutes trying to convince him that he’s lying to himself. Perhaps I’m a hypocrite. Perhaps he’s not the only one lying around here.
“It changes everything,” he fires back. “But sure, whatever you need to tell yourself to sleep at night.”
My body trembles, and he scoops me up into his strong arms, grabbing my ass and lifting me as I automatically lock my legs around his waist.
Our fury and denial detonate between us, colliding like two blind ships in the night, both floundering and terrified of what comes next, but we can’t look away from the wreckage, can’t seem to come up for air or even attempt to save ourselves.
All I know is that I need his lips on mine. Need his hands brushing my skin. Need his strong thighs pushing between mine. I need to be completely and utterly consumed by everything that is Raiden Kane.
He walks us into the kitchen, his lips not leaving mine for even a second before propping my ass on the counter, and I immediately make a grab for his clothes. His shirt is gone in a matter of seconds, and damn it, I will never tire of the feel of his body against mine. Those strong arms and chest, but shit, nothing beats the way my fingers glide over the defined ridges of his abs.
He’s pure perfection.
His mouth moves to my neck, and a breathy moan slips from my lips as I tilt my head, offering him more. My hand circles to the back of his head, my fingers knotting in his dark, messy hair and holding him there.
“Oh shit,” I breathe, my chest rapidly rising and falling, the intense hunger already consuming me.
Raiden grips the hem of my workout crop, effortlessly pulling it over my head before locking his arm around my waist and lifting me off the counter just high enough to rid me of my bike shorts.
I’m naked and ready for him in only a matter of seconds, my thighs pushing wider, silently begging him to touch me. He grips both my thighs, firmly squeezing as his tongue rolls over my throat. “Fuck, Firecracker,” he murmurs against my skin, his fingers inching toward my core until they brush over my clit and find my entrance, slowly pushing inside me. “I’m gonna fuck that attitude right out of you. When I’m through with you, there’ll be no question who’s better.”
A grin rips across my lips, and as he pushes his fingers in and begins to work me, I throw my head back, pure elation pulsing through my veins. “You can fuck the attitude out of me,” I tell him, “but no amount of pristine dick is going to ever have me questioning whether I’m the best. It’s a fact, and it’s time you got on board. Challenging me isn’t going to bode well for you.”
His fingers curve inside me, pressing directly over my G-spot, my eyes widening as I suck in a forceful gasp.
“Is that so?”
“Oh fuuuuck, Raiden.”
He works me right there, teasing, tormenting, and tangling my world into a mess of unknowns, but if this is what the unknown is like, then I want to drown in it every minute of every day for the rest of my natural-born life.
He takes me right to the edge, driving me wild with need, when he suddenly pulls his fingers free and drops to his knees beside the counter, gripping my thighs and yanking me right to the edge. Then, before a gasp can escape from my lips, his mouth closes over my clit, and his fingers are right back there, pushing deep inside of me.
“Shit,” I hiss, heavily panting as I knot my fingers into his hair again, my other hand braced against the stone counter, desperately trying to hold myself up.
His skilled tongue works over my clit, and my eyes flutter as the intense pleasure takes hold, my walls clamping around his thick fingers, but he’s relentless and doesn’t give up, pushing me closer and closer until the world narrows around us.