Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
His body stiffens before he shuffles to the side. “Look at me.” His voice is low enough to comfort me, but hard enough to demand I follow instructions.
Tilting my head to the side, I peer up at him from below, my eyelids feeling weighted. Probably from the magnesium salts I poured in earlier. Dammit. Why did I do that?
His thick lashes fan over his high cheekbones when he blinks, but he never breaks our connection. “There isn’t a person I wouldn’t kill for you.” He pulls away, leaving me to decipher his words. “If anything, it helps…” he finishes, running his palm over his face. “But you already know that.”
It’s not until the corner of his mouth curves upward that I realize I’ve been staring at his lips. Soft but with enough swell to accentuate the curves of the delicate bow that dips in the middle. His lips are perfect. Too pretty to be on a man with demon tattoos.
“What are you thinking about? Hmm?” It’s almost a slur and has a direct line to reboot every wet dream I’ve had of him since I knew I could have one.
My eyes slam into his, but my tongue sneaks out and slips over my bottom lip. “Not sure I’m really thinking at all…”
His arm that’s around my back tightens while his eyes fall to my lips with that same smirk on his. “Go on…” He leans in close enough for the tips of our noses to touch. “Do it.”
Without thinking, I bring my hand to the back of his neck and pull myself onto his lap so I’m straddling him. His other hand drops to my hip—not my ass, my hip—when he leans back against the tub again, that stupid smile still on his mouth. He hasn’t stopped me, and by the cues I’m getting, he’s not gonna. The bulge of his Adam’s apple pulses when he swallows, and before I can back out and put myself back in the corner of the prized princess, I rest my forehead on his and he pauses for a moment, his eyes crossing in on mine. When my lips lower to his, and he realizes I’m not bitching out, the hand he had on my hip finally slips to my ass as his lips part. My heart flatlines when I realize he’s allowing me to kiss him. His lips taste as soft as they look, and I deepen the kiss, grabbing a chunk of his hair with that same hand that’s on his neck and tugging slightly as I flick my tongue over the curve of his lip. Jesus. His tongue. He slides it inside my mouth as his other hand lands on my other ass cheek, pulling me against the thick swell between his legs.
His fingers sink into the fat of my ass cheeks as he deepens the kiss, slowing the pace enough to make me dig my fingernails into his shoulder blades as I rock against him. My clit pulses at the friction and my thighs tighten around his waist, but nothing—and I mean nothing—can match the way my heart races from having him like this. In this position. Between my thighs. I could come apart right here and now and he wouldn’t even know.
His hand travels up my spine before my hair is wrapped around his fist and he’s tugging me away from his lips.
I press the base of my thumb against his swollen bottom lip. Pinched red like his cheeks. “Don’t…” I know he’s going to stop me, and after all that, I might just burst into tears if he denies me of it.
“Baby.” My stomach does cartwheels as I swallow down how it feels to be called that from him, even though I know his next words are going to be anticlimactic. “I can’t do this with you. You and I both know that…”
I reach for his cheek, running my finger over the harsh edges of his angular jaw. “Please.” Apparently, I’ve lowered myself to begging.
He kisses me softly down the side of my neck until he reaches my ear. “Not yet.”
All the heat that poured through me from our kissing and touching starts to turn to molten lava. “Fine,” I whisper over his lips. “Then you’ll have to see me fuck someone else. Everyone else. Until you can get over the fact that my brother doesn’t have a say in who I open these legs for.”
He doesn’t react. This is not surprising because Keaton has always been void of pointless emotion when it comes to petty drama. You’ll never catch him in it. But to say he’s emotionless isn’t right either, because he has a lot—which is why he has so much to release when he finally does. Bless.
A dark chuckle tickles the curve of my neck. “First of all, this ain’t got shit to do with your brother. I’ll fuck you every single fucking time he’s not watching. You think I’m scared of him? You forget I taught him everything he knows…” His teeth catch my earlobe. “And you wanna try me? Then game on, Tigger. Let’s see how many more tattoos you give me.”