Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Addilyn’s eyes flutter open to watch me. A gasp leaves her as I lean in and brush the head of my cock against her clit and start to come. She whimpers, letting me know she likes it.
Good, because I can’t stop the barbaric need to mark her skin. Never in my life have I thought of marking a woman with anything.
Until her.
“Turn around, baby. Want to wash your hair.” I reach down and grab her honey-scented shampoo.
“Mmkay,” she agrees for once, letting me take care of her. I hope I’m starting to get through to her. There is no harm in being taken care of. I can’t wait for the day she might want to take care of me.
I take my time washing her. I want to know every inch of her body. She’s so damn soft everywhere. By the time I’m done, her cheeks are flushed again and not from the water or previous orgasms.
I lean in and kiss her. I take my time with that too. All of our other kisses have been hard or needy. I want her to know not everything about me is going to be chest-beating and out of control. I can and will be sweet with her. It’s what I’ve wanted from the start, but she pulls other sides out of me that I had no clue were even there.
When I lift my mouth from hers, she’s dazed. Her eyes are heavy lidded.
“Ask me, Addilyn. You’re going to learn if you ask, it makes things easier. You’ll get what you want then.” She licks her lips, seeming to think it over again. I keep my hands on the shower wall beside her head so I don’t snap and just do it. I need her to start asking for things.
“Will you make me come again?” She dips her head. This woman is going to be the death of me.
That rare shyness I notice she only has with me is peeking through. As much as I enjoy it at times because it shows that innocence she still has to her, I want her to be able to ask me for anything.
“Anything for you, Addilyn.” I take her mouth again as I slip my fingers between her thighs. I press my knee between her legs, pushing them apart more to spread her open for me.
She moans into my mouth as I toy with her hard little clit before I slip my fingers down and press only one inside of her. I’m sure she’s still tender from earlier, and that’s all she’ll need right now. I work my finger in and out of her, grinding my palm into her clit.
I never stop kissing her until she starts to come for me. She breaks the kiss, crying out my name. I move my mouth to her neck, licking and sucking her there as I keep working my hand to draw out her pleasure until she practically collapses into my arms.
I turn off the water before lifting her out of the shower and drying her off. She never stops me, even when I brush her hair and put her clothes on her.
“Breakfast. You got something I can make you?”
“You cook?” She gives me a skeptical look.
“I’m not great, but I’ll give it a shot, or I can order something unless you want to go out.”
“I can cook.”
“This is about me taking care of you right now.”
“I enjoy cooking.” She shrugs one of her shoulders.
“All right. You start. I’m going to run out to my truck and grab my bag.”
“You got an overnight bag in your truck?” Her nose scrunches up, clearly not liking that idea.
“Always have a few changes of clothes in my truck for work. Never know what might head my way on any given day. Hell, there’s even a suit out there in case I have to go to court at the last second.”
“Oh.” She relaxes. I walk over to the bed where she is sitting and grip her chin between my thumb and forefinger gently to get her to look up at me. “You can keep looking and waiting for some other shoe to drop when it comes to me, but it’s not going to happen.”
Her eyes widen a fraction. I’m sure it’s because I’ve read her so easily. She thinks she is good at hiding herself, and she is—to most people.
But not from me. I want every part of her forever. The good, the bad, all of it.
8
Addilyn
How is this my life right now? Not only did I lose my virginity to Kane Hart, but now I’m making him breakfast. He comes strolling into the kitchen dressed now after getting his bag from his truck. He steps past me, his hand going to my hip so naturally as he reaches for a coffee cup out of the cabinet.