Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
She needed that, more than I think she knew.
"Thank you," Kelsey whispers from the bed hours later, watching as I strip my travel suit off. We have to wear the damn things every time we fly out for a game.
"For what, princess?"
"For not giving up on me." She swallows convulsively. "For loving me. For giving me the courage to let myself be loved. It's terrifying."
"Then why are you thanking me?" I arch a brow, prowling across the small hotel suite toward her as I undo the buttons on my shirt.
"Because I also feel better than I have in weeks," she says, leaning back on her arms. She tilts her head back. Her blonde hair brushes the bed behind her as she stares up at me with those endless blue eyes. "I've held onto the truth so tightly for so long. I guess I never realized how heavy it was to carry it alone until now." Tears shimmer in her lashes. "Thank you for helping me carry it."
"Jesus, Kelsey." I crawl over her on the bed, tumbling her backward. I catch her with my hand behind her head, gently laying her down as my lips chase hers. She wraps her arms around my neck, hooking one leg around my hip.
I groan when I feel her center against my erection, kissing her hard and deep. Every piece of me aches to strip her bare and make love to her. It's been far too long since I felt her coming on me. But I can't be selfish with her. As much as I want to lose myself in her, she needs more from me.
"Fuck, princess." I break the kiss, pressing my forehead to hers. "We have to stop."
"No, we don't." She drags her hands up my back. "We definitely don't have to stop."
"We do," I groan. "You need to rest."
Her eyes flash open. She places her hands against my chest, pushing until I roll to my back and let her up. I watch through slit lids, not sure what she's doing, as she rolls to her knees beside me.
"We need to set some ground rules," she says, yanking her shirt off over her head. She doesn't stop or hesitate. She just rips it off and tosses it toward the floor.
I nearly choke on my tongue when I see her naked tits spill free. Christ Almighty. They're perfect globes with the sweetest little cherries on top. My dick throbs in my pants, aching for release.
"Rule one," she growls, shimmying out of her pants. As soon as they're gone, she crawls over me, straddling my hips. "Don't treat me like I'm breakable because I'm not. Even if I'm falling out of remission, I'm still a woman, Kris. I still have needs and desires. I still hurt for you. Don't shut me out and think you're helping me because you aren't."
"Kelsey," I growl, trying to grab her when she rips my shirt open, sending buttons flying every which way. "That's not—"
"It is," she says, licking a trail down my abdomen.
"Fucking Christ." I gather her hair up in my hand so I can see her face. If she's going to torment me to teach me a lesson, I'm going to enjoy it. She knows what she can handle. Who the hell am I to tell her what she is or isn't strong enough to do? It's her body. Her choice. If she wants me to make love to her, I'll love her until she forgets everything but my name.
"Rule two." She sets to work on my pants, kissing and biting my abs while she tugs my zipper down. "You don't get to be in charge all the time."
"Fuck me." If she wants to be in charge, I'll gladly let her. Jesus. Whatever she wants if it gets her mouth on my dick even a second faster.
It doesn't.
She takes her time, teasing me. Making sure I know she's the one calling the shots this time. She pulls my dick out like she's got all night, wrapping her perfect little hand around him as if she doesn't already have me ready to come unglued. I grit my teeth, fighting like hell to let her have control even though every instinct I have demands I take it and lead. It's who I am. It's what I do.
But with Kelsey? I'll gladly follow wherever she wants to lead. I'm hers to command.
"Fuck!" I shout, my hips rising from the bed when she wraps her lips around the head of my cock. Her mouth is heaven, and I'm not strong enough to withstand the blissful torture she inflicts on me with it. She sucks and licks, humming as if she loves the taste of me. As if she could do this all night. Hell, maybe she can. I don't know.
She's a goddess, so much fucking stronger than anyone I know. She always has been.