Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 59(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 59(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Bam. Bam. Bam.
She jolted to a seated position, frustration and craving at war within her. What the actual fuck? Why was someone at her door?
“Jo.”
Shit. Kenan stood on the other side of the door. Rolling her tongue back into her mouth at the unappreciated thought of what that man could do and the pleasure he could bring her, she stared and tried to get her breathing to slow.
The struggle was real, ignoring her body’s demand. Pushing up, she walked to the door, steps heavier than normal and yanked it open.
“What?”
He stilled, his eyes shifting to animal then back. Shit, I’d forgotten his sense of smell. His lips quirked up at the corners. Only briefly but enough she knew he scented her arousal.
“Busy?” He rested an arm on her doorjamb, his sharp brown gaze locked on her.
Taunting her. Tempting her.
Unwilling to back down from the unmitigated challenge in his eyes she lifted a plucked brow. “Not now.”
His gaze moved over her and she felt it, touching every exposed and the bit not exposed, inch. Her nipples hardened further, if there was something harder than diamonds, they were it although she wasn’t sure what it would be. But they ached, actually ached, for his touch.
Somehow I don’t think he’d be a slow tender lover.
Kenan licked his lips and somehow she didn’t jump on him and use her own tongue to follow that path. “Need help?”
God, she longed to grab him by the shirt collar and yank him in her room then have her nasty dirty way with him. Having heard the local women along with those attending the wedding party talk about him, she didn’t have any doubt he knew how to treat a woman in bed.
“Would that you could.” Locking down her sexual desires best she could, she flexed her fingers on the door. “What’s up?”
Damn her eyes for flicking down to his impressive crotch and the hardness pressed against his pants. Long. Thick. The man could and did fill out a pair of jeans in a way that impressed the hell out of her. Her mouth watered and her palms itched, both longing to touch. To experience the heavy weight of his shaft, taste him, pump him.
“Trust me, Jo. I can. And if you don’t stop looking at me like that, you’re going to learn it firsthand.” His voice was low and did all sorts of things, inappropriate ones, to her nether regions.
“I don’t sleep with babies.”
His thick brows slashed down and she wondered if this was what his prey felt like when he locked onto it. She sure as hell felt that way.
“Babies?” He was just closer to her, taking up space she wasn’t aware had been between them.
His heavy scent filled her pores and made her knees weak with longing. Wildness, freedom, masculinity.
“You think I’m a baby?” The words were growled, low and dangerous.
Yep, I’m definitely questioning my sanity at this moment. Selena told me repeatedly that shifters were a different breed of man and I laughed it off. Not laughing now. Lifting her chin ever so slightly she blinked as if he didn’t know about the inner turmoil going on inside her. like he couldn’t scent the liquid on her thighs.
“You’re younger than me.”
Dark brows slashed down. “Doesn’t mean I don’t know what, or who, I want. And I’m not that much younger than you, Jo.” Closer still, his heat wrapping around her like a lover’s caress. A dangerous, deadly lover. A ripple moved through him, as if the entire thing offended him and he shifted back a tiny bit. “Is that why you’re throwing up all these blocks? Because you have an issue with my age?”
She licked her lips and froze with the tip of her tongue peeking out as his sharp gaze snapped to her movement.
“It’s not an issue, it’s a fact.” Jo took a shallow breath, breathing in through her mouth, trying to control how much of his scent she got. It failed, miserably. “You should be with a woman closer to your age.”
“Valid point.”
And there went the spear of pain in her chest. One she chose to ignore. Sort of.
“However,” he continued. “The woman I’m after and the one I will have, is standing right here, in front of me, smelling like sin and sex.” Kenan dragged his tongue along his plump lower lip.
“She smells like my rainforest and honeyed spice from her arousal. A scent I know will transfer over to taste when I have my face between her legs, lapping at her pussy. When her knees are on my shoulders as I keep her spread wide. Fingers spearing into my hair, yanking, tugging, all the while grinding those full hips against my face, smearing your essence all over me. Demanding I fuck you, cursing me as I keep feasting even as you keep coming.”