Learn Your Lesson (Kings of the Ice #3) Read Online Kandi Steiner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Kings of the Ice Series by Kandi Steiner
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Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
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My hands gripped in her hair — not controlling, but holding on to keep from spiraling off the fucking planet.

She was so goddamn beautiful it hurt.

And I knew nothing would ever compare to this. Nothing ever had before, nothing ever would after.

I was shaking and sweating by the time my orgasm subsided, and I reached back for the island to hold onto with one hand and keep myself steady as Chloe’s eyes looked up to me, unsure of what to do next.

Without me saying so, she gently let me go, licking me clean on the way.

Her hands hit her thighs, leaving wet, slippery handprints.

And she swallowed.

“You filthy, naughty, perfect little thing,” I mused, wiping her bottom lip with my thumb as I shook my head.

She smiled against my touch, her gaze now alight with excitement and glee. “I did it!”

A laugh burst from my lips — well, as much of a laugh as I ever let free, anyway — and I reached down, gently helping her stand.

I tucked her hair that had fallen from her hair tie behind one ear, swallowing as I took in the sight of her freshly fucked mouth, the pink marks still lining her breasts where I’d dragged the Popsicle across her skin.

“You did, indeed,” I murmured. “Now let me get you cleaned up.”

It wasn’t a request. I could tell by her reaction to every word and demand that she’d enjoyed our play time, but I was also aware that her experience was practically nothing. I wanted to make sure she felt okay, that she knew I respected her and adored her.

Shit.

I swallowed as that last thought found me, ignoring it somewhat as I tugged Chloe back to my bedroom.

I didn’t miss how she looked around while I ran the shower. She’d never been in there before.

No woman ever had.

Without a word, I helped her step under the warm stream of water, and then I stepped in behind her. The rain shower covered us from above, and Chloe sighed, letting her head fall back as she savored every drop.

“Are you okay?” I asked, reaching for my shower gel. I hoped she wouldn’t mind that it wasn’t a feminine scent. I lathered some in my hands and waited for her response.

“I’m fucking incredible,” she said, smiling at me and wiping the water from her eyes.

I smirked. “I’ll say.”

I waggled my brows as she laughed, and then I began to gently massage her, working the lathered foam over her shoulders, across her breasts, over her stomach and hips and thighs. I didn’t sexualize her while I did. I cleaned her, caressed her, soaking up the sated moans she let free and the soft smile on her lips.

“Thank you,” she whispered, and when I caught her gaze, there was true appreciation there.

“I think I should be thanking you.”

“No, I mean it,” she said, frowning a bit as she looked at my chest. “I never knew it could be like this. I always thought…” She shook her head. “You make me feel powerful. Sexy,” she added, her gaze finding mine. “Wanted.”

My throat was tight as I rinsed my hands and then her.

How the fuck had she not always felt that way?

“What happened,” I asked. “The first time you…”

She snorted. “Oh, God. Do you remember the little comment I made that time we were watching Jeopardy, about my head hanging off the bed?”

My jaw clenched.

I’d thought that was a joke.

Chloe shook her head. “It was awful, Will.”

Why did I love it so much when she said my name like that, like we were old friends, like we were lovers?

That very thought struck a violent chord inside me that made me regret asking.

I wanted to know more about her, and yet I knew it was dangerous to know anything at all.

I’d had a friend with benefits before.

She turned into my wife, the mother of my child, and then she died.

The thought was sobering just as much as Chloe’s story. She washed her hair and chattered away, telling me about the first, and only, man she’d been with. It was some stupid college boy who’d lasted all of six seconds. He obviously hadn’t even thought about her pleasure, let alone acted on it.

I listened, but I’d be lying if I said my mind hadn’t gone elsewhere.

Mostly to the place it always went when I needed protection.

“I’m sorry,” I said when she finished. I reached around her to turn off the water.

“Don’t be,” she assured me. “It made my life less complicated, to have that as my first experience.”

She stepped out and grabbed one of the towels I’d hung for us, wrapping herself in it.

“It set realistic expectations. It proved to me what my mother and grandmother had always wanted me to know.”

“And what’s that?”

She shrugged, a sad smile on her lips as she glanced at me over her shoulder.


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