Seduced by the Spy (Forbidden Confessions #6) Read Online Shayla Black

Categories Genre: Erotic, Insta-Love, Novella, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Confessions Series by Shayla Black
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
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Suddenly, his fingers are in my hair, tugging me right where he wants me. Then he slants his lips over mine, takes control, and surges into my mouth with a hungry growl.

He’s everywhere—against my tongue, tugging on my scalp, heating my breasts, and prodding the hard rod of his erection between my legs. I’m dizzy, my head spinning, as he bends enough to reach around me, grab my thighs, and lift me against his body. I gasp into his kiss as my legs automatically anchor around his hips and I feel every inch of him against my sex.

Oh. My. God.

I wriggle against him. Need blooms between my legs and jets heady arousal through my veins. It’s intoxicating. It’s wonderful. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

Before I writhe against him again, Rush tosses me on the bed and follows me down into the cloud of the soft quilt. He captures my nipple—cami and all—into his mouth and sucks hard. My arousal turns sharp, jolting straight between my legs. I need. What is he doing to me?

“Is that a yes?” I manage to whimper.

“Is this what you want?” He palms my breast, breathing hard.

It’s so difficult to think when his thumb brushes against my nipple back and forth, the rhythm almost hypnotic. But I don’t have to think about it. If I’m being honest, I have more than a crush on him. I’m half in love, and even if he walks away, I’ll have one amazing memory.

“Yes.” I look into his eyes, which go from dark to impossibly black. “I’m sure.”

“Is this just a casual fuck to you?”

Is he serious?

His hard expression tells me he’s not going any further until I answer him. What is he looking for?

“Do you want it to be?”

Rush glowers. “That’s not the question. Do I mean more to you than a morning of pleasure?”

I still don’t know what the “right” answer is, so I might as well be honest. Besides, if we keep going, he’s going to figure this out anyway. “Yes. It means a lot to me.”

“The sex does? Or I do?”

If he’s worried I’m already falling for him, he should be. “You do. I want to be with you…and no one else. I’m a—”

But I don’t get a chance to finish telling him about my total lack of experience before he cuts me off with a kiss. As I drown in the way he makes love to my mouth, he tears off my cami and tugs away his boxers, tossing both to the floor. Then somehow, he’s between my spread legs and the blunt head of his cock is butting impatiently against my slick folds.

He lifts his lips, panting hard as he studies my face. “This means a lot to me, too. You mean everything. I want you to know that. You’re worth whatever happens next.”

I’m not sure what he means by that, but it makes me gooey. It makes me sound important to him, like he would move mountains and destroy obstacles to be with me. “Rush…”

“What were you saying earlier?” He looks as if the moments it takes to wait for my answer are so protracted they’re painful. “You’re…what?”

Honestly, with him on top of me, moments away from making me his, I don’t remember what I was going to say. And is there anything more important right now than him being inside me?

I shake my head. “Nothing.”

He groans and slides the head of his cock between my folds and settles at my opening. One good push and…

“I remember,” I pant.

But he’s speaking, too, through clenched teeth. “I need you so fucking bad, little girl. Take all of me.”

Then he covers my lips with his, grips my hips, and pushes forward with a fierce, insistent thrust, plowing deep into my body.

That one plunge lances my sensitive tissues with shock, pain, and awe. “Rush!”

“You’re a virgin?” He looks stunned. “Is that what you were going to tell me?”

Numbly, I nod. “Are you mad?”

His face softens. “God, no. You chose me.”

I know he’s not perfect…but right now he seems to be. “I’ve only ever wanted you.”

And he has no idea I’ve felt that way since high school, when I first kissed him at the end of my disastrous prom date with his brother, Ridge. I think I fell for him right then.

“Vanessa…” he grinds out before he lays his mouth over mine again.

His kiss is gentle. He prods me slowly, experimentally. He’s trembling. I feel the effort that holding back costs him, and I love him all the more for it.

Beneath him, I spread my legs wider, bending my knees, lifting my hips—making myself more vulnerable. Offering more of myself to him. “It’s okay. I won’t break.”

Rush gnashes his teeth, trying to resist. “If I’d known, I would have—”

“No. The only regret I have is that I waited this long to be with you.”


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