Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 66978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“Not really.” She scoffs.
Facepalm. Literally a palm to my face. What the hell was I thinking? “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“It should be private. A private thing between adults. Both parties should consent. But those five years on the island did a number on me. I don’t think of it as a private thing anymore.”
“It’s a miracle that you want it at all,” I say.
“Not really. Macy said my desires would come back. She said I’d probably be surprised when they did, and that they might come sooner rather than later.”
“And are you surprised?”
“Yeah. Although looking at you, who wouldn’t want you?”
This time I don’t resist. I let the grin spread across my face, splitting it. “You can be sweet when you want to be.”
“Sweet? Never.”
“Maybe I should be the judge of that.” I pull her toward me, tip her chin, and kiss her lips.
She opens for me, and I swipe my tongue in between her lips. I kiss her, hard and passionately, and she returns the kiss with equal sentiment.
It’s not our first kiss, but it’s a kiss like the first time you ever kiss someone. It’s that exciting. Even a touch of taboo about it.
I deepen the kiss, kicking her door shut with my foot.
I don’t know if we’ll make it into the bedroom, but if we do? I won’t stop this time.
This time, I’m all in.
26
KELLY
Within a few minutes, I’m not just being kissed. I’m being devoured.
And to have this happen to me—to my body, with my consent, with my complete desire and yearning—is something.
Something amazing.
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a man the way I want Leif, and though it doesn’t make any sense—other than the fact that he’s incredibly good-looking—I’m ready to go with it. I’m ready to let him explore me, do whatever he wants to me.
I know. I know that if I tell him to stop, he will stop.
He makes all that big man talk about “tell me now if you want to stop, because I won’t be able to.” But this man? This Ex-Navy SEAL? He will stop if I ask him to stop.
I brush the shirt back over his shoulders until it lands on my hardwood floor. Then I touch him. I run my hands down his neck, over his broad shoulders, savoring the hardness and the warmth of them.
I touch his chest, his hard pecs. He’s so blond he has almost no chest hair, and what little he has is nearly white.
He’s perfect. His nipples look like light copper coins, and when I run my fingertips over them, they harden for me.
Then there’s the bulge. The bulge I already noticed in his jeans. He must be huge, and I want huge. If I have huge, it will burn through me, erase everything that’s been done down there before—without my consent.
It will be perfect.
We continue to kiss as he discards my blouse. My bra is pink lace. I’m not really a pink lace person, and I’m not sure why I bought this bra. I wore it today for good luck on my job interview.
He groans and cups my breasts through my bra.
Then he breaks the kiss. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
I simply sigh. I’m determined not to lash out. I want to enjoy this. Once it’s over, he’ll probably quit his job, and I may never see him again.
I have to be okay with that.
He reaches around my back and deftly unclasps my bra, pulling it off of me. My breasts fall against my chest, and my nipples are already hard.
“You have a pretty blush on top of your breasts,” he says. “So beautiful.” He cups them again, thumbs my nipples, making me jolt.
My God.
To have a man touch me—not in violence but in gentleness.
Except I’m not sure I want gentleness from Leif Ramsey either.
I want to be taken. Taken and pillaged, burned through to expunge all the horrible things that have been done to my body.
I don’t have a lot of scars like some of the other girls. Just a few on my back and on my inner thighs.
But I can’t think about them now. Leif probably has scars too, although I don’t see any on his chest or back. Then again, that tattoo takes up his entire back. Perhaps it’s more than a memorial to his fallen friends. Perhaps it’s covering something else.
He leads me over to the couch, sits down beside me, lowers his head, and flicks his tongue over one nipple.
A spark travels through me, ricocheting and landing between my legs.
God, between my legs. I still have feeling there, after all this time.
He flicks the nipple and then he closes his lips around it and sucks, while he fingers the other one, twisting it lightly.
Oh my God. So good. Feels so freaking good.
Leif Ramsey knows his way around a woman’s body, and I want him to really enjoy mine.