Kissing Jenna Read Online Kristen Proby (Big Sky #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Big Sky Series by Kristen Proby
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
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The man is firm everywhere.

Every. Where.

“You don’t have to get up.” He turns onto his back, making me stick my lower lip out in a pout. “We can stay here all day if you want to. Why are you pouting?”

He tickles my lip with his finger.

“You took your butt away, and I’m rather fond of it.”

“Poor baby.” He wraps those muscular arms around me and pulls me in for a hug.

I didn’t realize until I met Christian that naked hugs are my jam.

His lips find my neck, and goosebumps immediately cover my skin from head to toe. His hands move from my neck to the small of my back, and the next thing I know, he’s flipped us so he’s hovering over me, kissing my collarbones, and grazing those magical fingertips over my nipples.

My whole body is now fully awake and ready for action. If I were wearing panties, they’d be soaked.

Or incinerated.

“Do you know what you do to me?” he asks, licking the underside of my small breast. The skin there is thin and ultra-sensitive, and I can’t help but circle my hips in invitation.

“What’s that?” I breathe, burying my fingers in his soft hair.

“Well, there’s a list,” he begins and drags his tongue down my sternum. “You make me hard.”

He presses his cock to my inner thigh and glances up at me with devilish, lust-filled, blue eyes.

“You make me smile,” he adds and circles his nose around my belly button. I catch my breath and bite my lip, so turned on that I don’t know what to do with myself. So, I fist the sheets and hold on tight.

“Grip onto me like that,” he says, and I do. I hold onto his shoulders with all my might, unable to do anything else as his mouth wreaks havoc on my body. His fingers are still strumming over my nipples as he kisses his way down my pubis to the most sensitive part of me.

“You make me forget things,” he says, surprising me. “And you make me want things that I never have before.”

I don’t have time to ask him what he means by that before he plants those delicious lips on my clit and kisses me there, and my body erupts with pure, unadulterated pleasure.

I cry out, but it doesn’t stop him. He pushes two fingers into me, makes that incredible come here motion, and I shatter, twisting in the sheets and fisting his hair in my hands as orgasm after orgasm rolls through me.

Finally, he kisses his way up my body and, with his mouth on mine, he sinks inside me, then stops and just stares down at me.

I swear, I can’t breathe when he looks at me like this. Like I’m the only thing he sees.

My God, I’ve fallen in love with Christian Wolfe. Irrevocably, unequivocally in love with him.

“Condom,” he says, suddenly horrified. “Fuck, I forgot.”

I sweep his hair off his forehead. “I’m on the pill,” I whisper. He blinks rapidly and shakes his head.

“I never forget. I’m sorry, Jenna.”

“We’re safe,” I repeat and brush my fingers down his cheek as he kisses me soundly. I can taste myself on him, and that only fuels my need.

I need him.

He links his fingers with mine and pins that hand over my head, then begins to move over me, inside me, watching me with fierce, blue eyes.

It’s the most intense sex I’ve ever had in my life.

“You make me want things,” he whispers again before tracing those lips over my cheek to my ear. He’s moving faster, and I hitch my legs up around his hips, opening myself to him more, wanting to feel every single inch of him.

God, he fills me completely. Not just physically, but he fills my heart, too.

He scares the shit out of me.

“Stop thinking,” he says before pulling my nipple between his lips and giving it a tug. “Just feel, Jenna.”

“Oh, I feel you.”

I reach down and cup his ass, loving the way the hard muscle feels as he flexes, moving in and out of me.

What I wouldn’t give for a mirror right now.

“Jesus, babe,” he growls. “I can’t hold on.”

“Don’t hold on.” I grip his dick tighter and watch in wonderment as he clenches his eyes shut, succumbing to his own orgasm. Every muscle in his body tenses. He quivers.

He leans in and bites my shoulder, which only makes me contract around him more.

“Fucking hell,” he murmurs.

“Mm.” I kiss his neck, and then his cheek. “Good morning.”

“The best morning I’ve had in a while.” He props himself on his elbows and smiles down at me. “How are you?”

“Happy. Satiated. Not caffeinated.”

He laughs and kisses me, then rolls away and rubs his hands over his face.

“I do need to get up,” I say with a sigh. “I need to get my stuff together and go home now that my house is put back together.”


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