Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 34938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Grinning, I rub the towel through my hair to dry it. “You really need to stop.”
“Stop what?” he asks innocently.
“Stop acting like you have a chance with me.” Smirking, I pull my bottom lip in and give him a sexy little smile.
“That's what you want me to think, but we both know it's not true. You don't believe that for one second.”
“You don't know what I believe.”
“I might not know what you think, but I know what your body is telling me.” He lets out a breath and looks up at the sky. “It's hot out today, huh?” Peeling off his shirt, he tosses it to the side.
His body glistens in the sun, wet from pool water, shiny like he's covered in oil, and all I can think about is running my tongue up his body. I want to lick his abs, and bite him gently. I want to feel his hand rake through my hair and grip the roots.
My body starts to heat, my pussy getting warm and wet the longer I stare at him. Hot, strong, hard body, with a bold, cut, and rugged jaw. I want to feel his lips on my entrance, and his tongue licking, and lapping my folds.
What are you doing? No!
You're not doing this!
This is why I gave myself permission to enjoy the idea of him last night. That little act of self-pleasure was supposed to make this all go away. There isn't supposed to be any attraction. There isn't supposed to be any hint of this desire.
But my body is deceiving me. It's going against everything I'm telling it to do.
And it's as if he knows it.
His smile thickens, his lids hood, and he cups his hands in front of his chest, rubbing them back and forth. “See, I'm right, aren't I? You want me?”
“No, I didn't say that.”
“You don't need to say anything, I told you that already. Your body says everything I need to know.”
“This isn't happening, Kent, no matter how much you try. You won't win this.” Throwing a finger between us, I let my eyes settle on his. “Nope, not happening, sorry.”
“I'm going to make you eat those words,” he says taking a step closer.
I step back.
He steps in.
I step back.
He steps in.
We do this dance, he pushes and I try to pull away, despite my entire body being on fire, and begging for his touch. Then my back is up against the pool house. I can't move anymore. The brick wall is against my back, and I have nowhere else to go. His smile grows as he realizes I'm trapped. He’s a lion. I’m his prey.
Stopping inches away, he looks me up and down. “Last chance to admit the truth, Perri.”
“Or what?” I ask, trying not to flirt, but I know my voice is weak and holds no strength.
Because the truth is, I do want him. I want him all over this damn beach house. I want him to take me in every room of the house, against this wall, in the pool, even on the sand. I just want him.
“Or I show you what you're missing.” His mouth peels back as he looks down at his waist and then back up at me.
My eyes drift down, and I see the outline of his shaft in his shorts. He's hard, his cock is big and thick. Kent makes it jump, and I jump in surprise.
He chuckles, stroking his jaw as he takes another step to close the gap between us.
“Kent, we really shouldn't. If my father—”
He's almost pressing against me, his eyes full, heavy, and devouring me where I stand. “You're not a child, Perri, you're a woman. Your father doesn't get to control you. And he certainly doesn't control me.”
My chest vibrates, and my stomach tumbles. I can feel his eyes all over me. On my face, on my lips, over my breasts, steadying on the diamond between my thighs. Sucking in a quick breath, I hold it for a second, still feeling the burn from the water left in my lungs.
“Ken—”
I attempt to get out, but I'm instantly silenced. His lips are on mine. His hands swoop in, capturing my face. He holds me tight, thumbs pressing the very thin line of my jaw.
There is no fight left in me. I don't even try to push him away. I don't want to.
I kiss him back, embracing his mouth, allowing his tongue to slip between my lips and coil around mine. My back arches into his chest as he glides his hands down my face. Reaching my wrists, he grips them between two fingers and lifts them around his neck.
He pushes his tongue deeper, his hands finding their way into my hair. My eyes close, and I let him manipulate me how he wants. Because I don't want to stop him, and I don't want him to let go.