Love the Way You Kiss Me (Love The Way Duet #1) Read Online W. Winters, Willow Winters

Categories Genre: BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Love The Way Duet Series by W. Winters
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
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“I think we should start with confessions,” Zander begins.

“I’ve never been a fan of confessions,” I say, then nearly continue with a phrase that I’ve said a number of times in my life: “Confessions imply regret. I live my life with no regrets whatsoever.” But then I remember. I remember it all and every regret threatens to suffocate me until Zander tells me, “I’ve seen some videos and I have questions.”

“That’s your confession, that you’ve seen videos?”

A nagging thought pricks at the back of my mind. It was only last night I asked him not to look up any information on me, but the slight feeling of betrayal is quickly pacified.

“It was before last night,” he says, and vulnerability shines in his eyes. “I want to make sure you know that.” The relief is met with cautiousness. He didn’t tell me he knew before, but it’s obvious that he feels remorse.

The sofa protests as I pull my legs up, resting the balls of my feet on the cushion and leaning back into the pillow. “I appreciate you telling me.” The kindness between us doesn’t diminish the chemistry. Although I attempt a more casual stance by resting my head on the arm of the sofa, Zander remains professional.

“I want you to know that I meant it when I said I won’t look at your file, but I am damn curious and I’d like to speak freely with you.”

“Regarding those videos?” There’s a hint of a tease there, but also a sadness.

“More than just the videos. You … captivate me.”

His confession only adds to my own curiosity about what this man wants from me. About what he could do to me. The nervousness is evident in the tapping of his thumb on the armrest.

“What did you think?” I question shamelessly.

“I searched your name along with a number of questions. By the end of the night, I had double the number of questions.”

His boyish shyness he attempts to cover with a loosely formed fist held over his grin makes me laugh.

“These kinds of questions I think I’d like to answer.” There’s a hesitation from Zander and I wish he’d stop. “You can ask me anything.”

A rawness climbs up my throat, but the pain medicine for my headache seems to be helping it as well.

“Would you answer questions about your sexuality from Damon as well or only me?”

He had to ruin it, didn’t he? There’s a hard pang in my chest. Zander has said the quiet part out loud. Staring at my hands, I trace over the lines of my palms and then peer back up at him, offering him complete honesty. “I wouldn’t care for questions like that from him.”

“But for me?”

My answer is immediate. “I’ve dreamed of you asking me those questions, Zander.” Swallowing thickly, I don’t dare to tame my gaze and I don’t dare to leave his when I add, “In my dreams, I call you Z.”

I anticipate a humorous response, but I’m met with a serious tone.

“You know I watched videos of you. I believe they were consensual but I’d like to hear it from you if that’s the case.”

“Very much so. My idea, my … kink. Yes.” I remember the first time I shared it. The rush, the desire. “Did you watch them all?”

“Yes,” he says and his answer is resolute.

“Then you know that I enjoy many … tastes.” Every nerve ending in my body ignites from the way he looks at me. As if he’s sizing up his prey. I’ll run from him when he’s ready, if that’s what he wants.

“Would you care to elaborate?” he questions.

“Elaborate on what? I desire specifics.” I am far too comfortable with this man, but it feels nothing but empowering.

“Are you bisexual?” he asks.

“I’m attracted to women, occasionally sexually.” I elaborate, because there is a difference between sex and partnership when I think about my attractions. “Romantically, the happily-ever-after type of desire … I am not sure. I have always wanted men to fill that role. I’m not sure what that says about me, but I’m aware of it. I feel satisfied and … like I can be complete with a man as my partner. And I do want a partner. A monogamous relationship. But I have always thought women are beautiful, and I enjoy sex with both men and women.”

“Understood.”

“Do you judge me for it?” I ask, not sure what he thinks of that truth. “In the past, I thought myself to be alone in these feelings. I simply do what I desire and it leads me to want things I don’t see people often admitting.”

“No. I don’t judge you. I understand desire takes many forms …” His fingers rap along the armrest in a rhythmic beat before he continues his questioning.

“Are you attracted to men sexually too? Or just romantically?” Before I can respond, he adds, “Know that I can help you either way. Your answer will only help me to suit your needs better.” His statement is direct. His admission … promising things I am desperate for.


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