Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 117494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
“Why haven’t we had sex?”
The instant the words were out, I regretted them.
His hands lifted, and he stepped back.
Instant cold washed over me, like a bucket of water splashed in my face.
That was dumb.
I shouldn’t have asked… Wait. No. That’s a legit question.
I tipped my head up and shoved aside all my stupid insecurities. I wasn’t twenty anymore. “We’ve done everything else. I told you last night I wanted to fuck, but so far…” I reached for his waistband, drawing him to me. “This guy hasn’t been inside of me yet.”
His eyes went black, suddenly serious.
Widening my legs, I moved him until he fit right there. A flick of a few buttons, and he could’ve surged inside.
I waited.
I would wait him out.
Dark lust shone from his eyes.
I ached for him. I’d never, ever felt this before.
“I asked you a question, Shane. I want an answer.”
So direct. So assertive. Who was this new Kali? I mean, I was usually assertive, but not about sex, not when I felt like the vulnerable one.
He made a growling sound as his hand came up, gripping the back of my neck. He took hold of my hair and slowly moved fully against me.
I closed my eyes, just briefly, at the touch, the connection.
He felt so good there. Then again, that’s where all this had started—grinding against a motel wall.
“You want to know why my dick hasn’t been inside of your pussy?”
I panted as he moved against me, rubbing.
“Yeah.” I stared right up at him. “I do.”
I wasn’t scared of him. Not anymore. I let him see that. In this area, I’d never be scared again. No man was going to take that power from me.
He bent down, his eyes glittering, his hand holding tight to my hair, keeping me frozen in place. But I wanted it. I liked it.
As he got even closer, his mouth almost to mine, I shifted and wrapped my legs around his waist, yanking him even closer.
His mouth dropped to mine from the motion, and while he wasn’t expecting it, I was. I nipped at his lips, but his mouth widened and took over, suddenly very commanding. His hands cupped my face, tilting me back for him, so he could plunder my mouth.
His tongue claimed me. Taking over.
Then he picked me up all over again and turned, walking us into the shower. Water rained down over us as he pressed me into the wall.
He massaged my ass, both cheeks, as he kept kissing me.
The kisses. I could die from just the kisses.
He removed my clothes, dropping things one by one on the shower floor until we were both naked, writhing against each other.
He grinded into me, rotating, moving, repeating.
I was back to panting, but he wasn’t letting go of my mouth, not once, not even as his hand swept between my legs. Then his cock was there, paused at my entrance.
I groaned, my head falling back.
Finally, he lifted his mouth only enough to growl, “My dick’s not been in you because I’ve been waiting. I want all of you. Not just your body or your mind. I want all of you.”
And as he said those words, he thrust inside. He went deep, his hand holding the back of my neck. “I know I don’t have all of you—not yet. But you want this? You’re getting it.”
He slid out, and then thrust in again. He went hard, almost aggressive, punishing.
I grasped his shoulders. I wanted this.
Yesss.
I gasped, as he moved again, I felt like I was being branded from the inside out.
I was his.
He had commanded it.
His thrusts were hard, rough. They weren’t smooth, but this wasn’t smooth between us.
It was raw. Desperate.
And so fucking needed.
My hips moved with him, and he kept my head anchored in his hand, but the rest of my body slammed into the wall. Over and over again.
He continued to kiss me, his tongue now in rhythm with his dick.
My fingers sank into his skin, holding on. We were frenzied. Both of us together.
Pleasure soared through me, rising, building…
He kept moving inside of me. In and out.
I dropped one of my hands to his hip, the other to the shower wall, and I began riding him, pushing up and out on my own. We moved into and against each other. Now that I was holding myself in place, his hand moved to my clit and began rubbing there slowly, almost tenderly—in total opposition to the way he moved inside of me.
He looked into my eyes, and I knew he could see inside of me, but I could see inside of him.
He needed this as much as I had, maybe more. No. Definitely more. Need flared bright in his gaze, and my emotions pressed up and threatened to burst out of my chest.
I was coming, but God, no. I didn’t want to. Not yet. I wanted to wait, to savor this.