Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
I don’t want to stop. I want to keep going. So rather than settle for that, I return to the position he had me in before, lying half on top of him. Then, I start running my hand across his chest, grazing his nipples with my fingertips the same way he did mine.
“Kennedy…”
The warning in his voice sends a thrill straight through me. Ignoring it, I dip my head and kiss my way across his chest the same way he kissed his way across mine. I don’t know if it feels the same way to him as it felt to me, but when he did it to me, it felt like heaven.
When I get to his nipples, I look up at him mischievously, then let my tongue dart out. I circle and flick it until his fingers sink into my hair. When his grip tightens like his control is close to snapping, I double down, swirling my tongue over his nipples and then sucking.
Improvising, I murmur against his hot skin. “Do you want me to do that to your dick?”
“Christ.”
Now that was a good Christ.
“I will,” I say sweetly, before kissing my way down his chiseled abdomen the way he kissed a path down mine. I mimic everything about the way he did it—the reverence, the hunger. I kiss every inch of his skin like it brings me great pleasure, and… well, it does. I love kissing his body, so maybe he loved kissing mine.
“How far have you gone?” he asks roughly.
I look up, a little unsure what he means.
“Have you sucked a cock before?”
My eyes widen at his language, but I lick my lips with interest as I shake my head no.
He seems stunned. “You haven’t?”
I shake my head. “No, but unless getting you off requires mixing ingredients in a beaker, I bet I can figure it out.”
He smothers a laugh, his hand in my hair gentling. “I’m sure you can,” he says to humor me, but I can feel his intent to lift me up a second before he begins to move me. “Come here.”
I crawl up and lie half on top of him, looking into his eyes. “You don’t even want me to suck you?”
“Christ. Yes, of course I want that. But let’s slow down a little tonight, huh?” To reassure me that he’s not rejecting me, he pushes his fingers tenderly through my hair. “I haven’t even kissed you yet.”
I smirk. “Well, you have…”
“Your lips,” he says wryly, bringing a hand up and grazing my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.
I don’t argue this time. It doesn’t sting like it did before, and I like lying on top of him like this… even if my body is already on fire, and he’s like sleeping on a space heater.
He’s a lovely, sexy space heater.
To relax me as I lie on top of him, he runs his fingertips over my body. He grazes the small of my back, lets his hand slide over my butt. He doesn’t linger long there—it’s too hard to keep it from turning sexual if he does—but he continues to caress my body until I’m so close to sleep, my body must feel like a ton of bricks on top of his.
My eyes drift closed for a while, but they open at the sound of his voice.
“How’s your first sleepover with a boy going?”
I smile sleepily. “I’m a fan. I’ll make sure to leave you a nice review.”
“Oh yeah? What’ll it say?”
I feign consideration, then say, “Slightly irksome, but makes good sandwiches.”
He squeezes my side and starts to tickle me. I shriek and pull away, rolling off him with a laugh.
His smile makes my heart happy, and my heart feels nice and light as I scoot back over and resume the position I was first in when I got in bed, on my side facing him, nice and close.
“What would my review say?” I ask playfully.
He doesn’t hesitate. “Perfect tits. Bitable nipples.” He catches my bottom lip with his thumb and drags it down, his hungry gaze locked on my mouth. “Impossible not to kiss.”
My heart flutters. “Why don’t you do it, then?” I challenge, my voice no more than a whisper.
He reaches over, cradling the back of my head in his palm. I don’t know if it’s to support me, or keep me from getting away as he leans in.
As if I want to go anywhere.
His lips brush mine softly at first, like the way he kissed my face last night.
My skin is flushed with heat that only seems to intensify as I close my eyes and kiss him back.
There’s something overpowering in the way he kisses me, something that has me melting back against the bed, wrapping my legs around him as he rolls me over and moves on top of me.