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)
My body is so hypersensitive, I cry out, throwing my head back and breaking the kiss. His lips move hungrily across my jaw and down my neck. His five o’clock shadow grazes my tender skin, and his hand slides the soft material off my left shoulder, dragging it down so half of my body is naked.
He grabs my thigh and hikes it up, positioning himself between my legs. I gasp as his cock presses against me through the material of his robe.
“I cannot wait to fuck you,” he rumbles, nipping gently at my neck.
“Oh, God, same.”
He laughs, startled.
I don’t know what I said that was so funny, but I don’t care. “I want you inside me. God, I want it so much.”
His grip tightens almost painfully on my thigh when I say that. He growls, shoving against my pussy through the material again.
It’s such exquisite torture. I just want him to move the material and shove it inside me. “Milo, please.”
“Fuck, Kennedy.” With some effort, he pulls away. “I am not going to fuck you against a wall for your first time. Get your little ass over here.”
I grin, taking his hand and letting him drag me over to the bed. My heart flutters. I should feel nervous, but I’m not. I’m just excited—in every sense of the word.
We didn’t even take the time to turn the light on when we got back from our massages, so when my phone lights up on the bedside table, the whole room brightens, making it impossible to ignore.
A frown flickers across my face as I glance at it. I haven’t checked it in a while. I left my phone on charge while we went downstairs for our spa treatments. Didn’t make much sense to me to take it.
Milo sees me looking at the phone. “Do you need to check it?”
I shake my head, not wanting to interrupt our sexy vibe when he put so much effort into making this night perfect for me. “No way.” I push the other side of my robe off so the whole heavy thing pools on the floor behind me.
My heart expands as I catch the lust flash across Milo’s face at the sight of me naked. The phone screen dims again. There’s still moonlight streaming in through the cracked curtains, but the room is darker now.
“Come here,” he says, firmly but gently.
I could never not obey him. I walk over, feeling submissive and powerful at the same time as he grabs my hips and pulls me between his spread thighs. He’s sat on the edge of the bed with his robe still on and tied, but he yanks me close and leans in so he can wrap his arms around me and rest his face against my bare belly.
My heart flutters as he gives me this unexpected, deeply intimate hug.
I don’t know if it happened in the elevator or if it’s just happening now, but it hits me hard.
I am so in love with this man.
Tenderness overflows inside me. I slide my fingers through his thick black hair and bend to kiss his head.
I’ve never imagined a moment so intimate, so loving. I could almost cry, but I’d feel stupid crying when I’m so happy.
I love you.
Now the words are so hard to keep in, but I don’t want anything to ruin this. I don’t want him to stop and freak out about me being clingy or taking things too seriously. I just want to feel him inside me, joined as close together as two people can be.
I’m ready.
I’m so ready.
My phone lights up again.
“Goddammit,” I whisper.
I don’t mean to, but it’s so fucking annoying because Milo lets go of me and I was enjoying that embrace so much. It felt like pure love, and I’ve never known that feeling before.
“I’m going to turn it off,” I tell him.
I’m so irritated as I grab the phone, I almost don’t bother looking to see what the notification was, but my gaze catches on an all-caps message from my mom that reads, “YOU BETTER FUCKING ANSWER ME.”
My stomach drops. There are 19 notifications layered beneath it. Why is she sending me so many texts?
I swipe it open just to make sure nothing is seriously wrong.
I scroll up to the first message and scan through them quickly. She sounds drunk or sad, maybe both. She started off bitching about Larry because they were in a fight, then she spiraled quickly to “fuck him then he can leave I don’t give a fuck,” which led to “I should just fucking die, nobody cares about me,” and “my own fucking daughter doesn’t even answer my texts.”
I feel a knot of dread lodge in my gut. I read more quickly through the rest of her emotional tirade. When she went long enough without a response, she started getting pissed, and that’s where we are now.