A New Enemy (Enemies #1) Read Online Cara Dee

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Enemies Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
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Come to me.

He sucked his teeth, half annoyed, and took the next step, this time to check out a pizza delivery menu on the end of the counter. Just a couple feet away from me.

“You’re hard to read,” he stated, eyeing the menu.

Desire blazed through me. His somewhat awkward approach had been fucking endearing—and it’d convinced me that we might actually be good in the sack. Every trace of assertiveness in him that’d made me doubt we were compatible was gone now.

Attraction could be skin-deep and easy. I could be attracted to many people at once. But chemistry…? Raw, uninhibited chemistry was something else. It ran deeper. It was a bond that tugged two people closer, and I sensed it with Blake. Everything he did caused a reaction in me.

“What do you need from me?” I murmured.

He exhaled a laugh and struggled to look me in the eye. But he angled himself toward me; he was right there in front of me, and he had no more pretenses to cling to.

“I, uh, I reckon I’ve revealed everythin’ already.” He reached out and touched one of the belt loops on my jeans. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

Doing what? Messing with his head?

“Of course I am.” And I was done now. He’d come to me. Just as he lifted his gaze and knitted his brows, I advanced and trapped him against the counter. That removed the frown in a fraction of a second, and he swallowed. I smiled slightly and brushed my lips to the corner of his mouth. “You’re cute when you get unsure. I bet you’re not used to it.”

Christ, he smelled good.

“Not even a little,” he chuckled, still sounding uncertain. It was intoxicating.

I didn’t drag it out. I pressed my lips to his and slipped one hand up to his jaw, and I kissed him slowly. He shivered and placed his hands along my sides, and he moved his lips against mine so fucking sensually that I wanted to freeze the moment. He tasted good too. At the first brush of our tongues, I demanded more. I cupped his neck and deepened the kiss, and he groaned under his breath and pulled me closer.

Fuck—the urgency grew too powerful too quickly. With me kissing him harder and hungrier and him pressing his cock against mine, it was only a matter of a single weak moment before we were horizontal, and I didn’t want that. I wanted to feel him properly, play with him, drive him fucking crazy.

“Tell me what you’re used to,” I said, catching my breath. For a second, anyway. I couldn’t wait. I kissed him again, taking whatever he offered, and didn’t stop until he gasped for air.

“Not this. Fuck, nothing like this.” His voice was like gravel, and his body like granite. “Do we have to talk right now?”

Nope.

I shook my head and yanked him away from the counter. Then I guided him toward the living room, walking him backward in between kisses. I pulled his T-shirt too, wanting it off. Now.

He sucked in a breath and hauled it over his head, and that was it. Fuck me, I could finally touch him. Spending the day just watching him at the lake had bordered on torture once we were out of the water. Seeing him stretch lazily, seeing him start the fire for lunch, seeing him help Teddy find the perfect stick for his hot dog—it all added up.

We tumbled down onto the couch with me on top, and that seemed to unleash his greed. The way he pulled me down on him and snaked his legs around mine went straight to my head.

“Do whatever the fuck you want with me.” The words left him in a ragged rush.

“I planned to.” I grabbed his jaw and exposed his neck to me, and my mouth followed. I wanted everything at once and didn’t know where to start. Except for one thing. “Lose the jeans.”

But now…? I wasn’t gonna fuck him yet. I wanted him to beg for it. I did want my cock in his mouth, though. I also wanted my tongue in his ass.

I kissed my way down his chest and watched as he unzipped his jeans. I helped him tug them down. His boxer briefs were next, and I swallowed at the sight of his cock. Fucking perfect. I cupped his balls and rolled them firmly in my hand.

“Jesus,” he hissed.

His abs clenched.

It all came at me, and suddenly the couch was the worst place to be. We needed more space. It’d been a stupid call, a stupid attempt to set up the evening in stages—and screw it. I couldn’t believe how quickly it frustrated me, almost pissed me off, but there I was. Ready to drag him to my cave and go full savage on his ass.


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