Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I grip the bottom hem of his shirt and only break our kiss long enough to pull it over his head. My hands slide over the muscled planes of his chest and stomach, tracing each dip and indention of his abdomen. I score his skin lightly with my fingernails, causing his hips to buck against mine.
He pulls his mouth from mine and places his forehead against mine. His breaths are harsh and erratic against my face. His hands reach up and cup both sides of my face. I reach for the button and then the zipper of his jeans, undoing both. Next, my hands slide down his back and into the gap under the fabric which has now been loosened on his waist.
I attempt to push both his boxers and his jeans off his ass, but he takes a step back.
“My boots,” he mutters bending over and making fast work of his laces.
He shoves down his jeans and steps out of them, once again closing the distance between our bodies. With an arm wrapped around my waist, he hitches me up and places me gently in the center of the bed. He settles his body over mine. I want to cry at the amazing feeling of his body touching mine this way for the first time. He still has his boxers on, but this is the most incredible moment of my life.
I wrap my legs around him just like I did when we first came in the house from the dock and rotate my hips. The outline of his erection is much more prominent now without the layers of clothing between us.
He pulls his mouth from mine and kisses down my jawline, my neck, and the dip in my shoulder.
“I love you, Khloe,” he says pulling his head back to look into my eyes. “I’ve never said those words to a woman before.” I smile up at him, but unable to say them back just yet. “You don’t have to say them back, but I’ll prove them to you every single day that you allow me in your life.”
I stroke my hand over his cheek and he turns into my touch. No one looking at this man right now would for a second identify him as a biker. The way he looks right now, levered over my body, the only thing that would accurately describe him is a man in love. He’s passionate, seductive, and insanely masculine.
His thumb strokes over my bottom lip slowly. “Can I touch you?” he asks quietly.
I nod my head because I want nothing more in the world this second than his hands on me. He kisses my lips one last time before he’s sliding down my body and lavishing both my breasts with hot, talented licks of his tongue. Sliding further, he nips at my stomach and circles his tongue in my navel, his warm breath flowing over my skin.
His body stills when I feel his chin rest just above the juncture of my thighs. I look down and meet his warm, chocolate eyes.
“Can I taste you?” he asks.
My eyes nearly flutter closed, but I manage to nod my head. He keeps his eyes trained on mine as his tongue darts out and licks me from bottom to top, giving my clit an extra twirl at the end. My back bows off the bed, and I’m unable to keep my eyes open as the sensation takes over my body.
He grips under my thighs and over my hips to keep me in place as his mouth manipulates my sensitive flesh.
“Jesus,” I pant, having never felt something so mind-altering in my life.
“Sweet Girl,” he moans against me before dipping his tongue deep inside. I’m fighting to get away from him and move closer to his mouth all at the same time.
The same sensation I felt out on the dock creeps into my body. I fight it, not wanting this to end so quickly.
“Let go,” Kid commands sucking my tender bundle into his mouth.
I gasp and shatter as he continues to nip and suck on my body.
Euphoria. It’s the only word that even comes close to how I feel right now.
I can feel him lap at me a few more times; then he crawls up my body and wraps his arms around me as sleep pulls me under.
Chapter 42
Kid
The last thing I thought would happen after our evening and day together was waking up in bed alone. A cold feeling settles in my bones until I hear the shower running in the en-suite. I take a few minutes to allow my pulse to return to normal before climbing out of bed and walking toward the bathroom.
I open the door slowly and as quietly as I can, hoping to steal a few moments of voyeurism before she notices me in the room with her. My mind couldn’t even picture the amazing sight of her covered in frothy bubbles, hands roaming over her body as she bathed.