Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
At the first swipe of his tongue against her bottom lip, Keira moaned and opened wider for him. His kiss was hot and penetrating, and all he did was drag his tongue along hers, tease and tantalize it until she was chasing it back into his mouth and doing the same. His deep, vibrating groan resonated all the way to her core, sending shockwaves throughout her entire frame.
After long moments, he broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers. “That was…. Christ, Keira. It was everything I fantasized it would be.”
She opened her eyes just as he leaned back. His scent invaded her senses. It was clean and spicy, like soap and everything that was Reese.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so fucking long.” He looked at her lips again, and something in her snapped, just took control and claimed her.
She kissed him.
Hands on his shoulders and nails curling into the hard flesh right beneath the cotton of his shirt, Keira let her lips slide along his and touched her tongue to his. She let her passion for him take control, because she didn’t know what the hell she was doing.
He seemed surprised by her sudden actions at first, but it only took a millisecond for him to pull her closer to him. After a moment, he took control of the kiss. The theater faded away until it was just the two of them again. She wanted to be as close to him as possible so that nothing separated them. There had never been a time when she’d felt that need so strongly. When he pulled away, she noticed his breathing was just as harsh as hers.
“We have to stop or I won’t be able to.” He gave her a lopsided grin. “Not that I give a shit about missing the movie, but I don’t want to do this with you in a public setting.”
His words sent heat through her body and had her pulse racing. Images of what they could be doing alone slammed into her mind, and she felt herself grow even wetter, felt her panties become even more saturated.
She… ached.
And honestly, all she wanted to do was throw caution to the wind, give up the whole good girl persona, and throw herself at Reese in every single dirty way she could think of.
17
After the movie, Reese took her to a little Italian restaurant, one where they had wine bottles for candleholders and opera singing in the background. The hostess, a girl she recognized from school, eyed them curiously. Keira didn’t miss the way the girl’s gaze kept going to their joined hands.
Girl, I feel you. It’s strange for me too, but in the best way.
Her life had changed in such a short span, and she was riding this wave, because the high was too good to try to stop.
Once they were seated, Reese leaned back in the booth, his focus trained right on her.
After leaving the theater, he held her hand the entire way to the restaurant. Hell, she’d be lying if she could tell anyone what the movie they watched had been about. She’d been floating during the whole thing, feeling his much larger hand engulfing hers, smelling his spicy, intoxicating scent surrounding her, and feeling her lips tingle from the kiss.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked, and she snapped her focus back to the present. “You’re blushing.”
And now she was blushing harder, because he’d pointed it out. “I was thinking about the kiss,” she said honestly, hating that the words slipped from her lips as if she had no filter. Her eyes widened, wishing she could have slapped a hand over her mouth over the fact that she’d actually admitted that.
His smile was slow, and sexy as hell. “I’ve been thinking about kissing you for longer than I’m even going to admit.”
“You have?” She forced herself not to touch her lips, drawing attention to them, feeling how they still felt swollen.
“I have. So much, Keira.” His eyes lowered to her mouth, and she licked her bottom lip involuntarily, as if her body had a mind of its own. “Even before we talked, before Alistor’s party and all the shit after that, I wanted to kiss you.” He lifted his eyes to hers then.
“That’s why you were in a weird mood when you picked me up?”
He nodded slowly. “I’d been trying to figure out how to talk to you about—” He waved a hand between them. “—how I felt for you, and it had me twisted up.”
“But why?”
“Because you and I are very different, Keira. We come from different backgrounds, different upbringings.” His expression was serious. “You’re too good for me.”
His words were like icy water poured over her head. “Too good for you?” Her voice sounded monotone. He actually thought that? “Why would you even think that? Because of our families? The money aspect?” She shook her head, not even wanting an actual response from him, because she knew that was exactly what he meant. “I’m not my family's money. I’m not my family's legacy. Black Mountain doesn't define me. I hate the majority of the snobs who go to that damn school.” She took a deep breath. She hated that for one moment he thought he was less than her simply because of social standings. “So, in short, no, I’m not better than you.”