Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 30715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
But we've got all kinds of time between now and then. I plan to put it to good use. By the time the Cup is ours, I'm going to possess every corner of her heart. I'll use whatever tricks I have to use to make it happen. She wants me to teach her how to fuck. We'll get there eventually. One little taste of pleasure at a time.
I pull her into me, pressing her soft curves flush against my body. Her lips part, her lashes fluttering. Fuck me. She's sexy without even trying. Those lips have been begging me to kiss them all night.
I dip my head, skimming my nose along the side of her face. "You smell sweet, Rebel. Maybe I'll eat you for dessert."
"Kellan," she whispers, a breathy hitch to her voice.
"What time do you have to be home?"
"I don't."
I pull back to look at her.
"Jonas and I need a break from each other." She scrunches up her nose. "So I told him that I'm staying with a friend in town until he stops trying to run my life."
"Where are you staying?" I growl, eyes narrowed on her.
"I stayed with my friend Haven last night."
I grunt, tugging her back into my arms. "Is she expecting you back tonight?"
"I told her I wasn't sure…"
"You're staying here."
It might be my imagination, but I think this answer pleases her. Happiness floats through her blue eyes before she quickly arranges her expression into a dark frown.
"You can't run my life either, Kellan Alexander," she says.
"No, but I intend to eat you for dessert and then again for breakfast," I growl, pressing my lips to her ear. "It'll be a whole lot easier for me to do that if you're already naked in my bed, Rebel."
She moans even though I don't think she intends to do it.
The sound shoots straight to my cock.
I turn my head slightly, capturing her lips with mine. If she planned to argue further, she quickly forgets to do it. Instead, she wraps herself around me, allowing me to deepen the kiss.
I should take her inside, but I don't. I want her right here on the roof with the stars twinkling overhead and the sounds of the city floating up to us. She was made for nights like this.
I run my hands over her body, groaning at how lush she is. Every part of her is soft and feminine. She was made to sink into. I could get lost in her, spend days there, and not regret a second of it.
"Kellan," she gasps when I pull her shirt up over her head, leaving her in nothing but her lacy bra and jeans. "We're outside."
"I know." I tip her face up, kissing her swollen lips. "Sex doesn't have to be confined to a bedroom, little one. You saw that much at the club. I want to see you in the moonlight."
She groans, but she doesn't tell me no.
I nip her bottom lip and then kiss a path down her chest, lavishing attention on her full breasts. God, they're perfect. "I'm going to fuck these one day, Rebel." I push them together to show her what I mean. "I'll paint your skin with my cum."
"Kellan."
"You'll love it."
I unhook her bra, letting it slip from her body. Her head falls back, her lips parting when I wrap my tongue around the hard bud of her nipple. The decadent moan that escapes her lips has cum leaking into my boxers.
I drag the hard peak through my teeth while pinching the other. She moans again, louder this time. My little rebel likes it. I pull back, allowing the breeze to rush across her damp skin.
She trembles in my arms like the sweetest little treat. God, I love knowing she's never experienced any of this before. Seeing her reaction as I touch and kiss and caress is intoxicating. She's awakening to her innate sexuality and how good it can feel…how good it should feel. There is no shame here. There shouldn't be. Sex is something to celebrate not to hide away.
I pop the button on her jeans and then inch the zipper down before slipping my hand inside. Her panties are just as lacy as her bra…and soaking wet. I groan at the feel of her arousal against my fingers, burying my face in her throat.
"God, little one. I can't wait to taste that on my tongue."
She moans my name.
I grind my thumb against her clit and then drag my hand from her panties to shimmy her pants and panties down her legs. She kicks her heels off and steps out of them before shifting away from me.
"Is this what you wanted, Kellan? To see me?" She stands with one hip cocked to the side and her shoulders back. She's confident, unashamed. I fucking love that about her. She doesn't apologize for her size or the space she takes up or for her mouth or the wildness inside her. She makes no excuses for who she is. She embraces every part of herself.