Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“What are you doing?” she gasps as I climb up her body until I’m hovering directly above her.
“I’m about to fuck you. We have a sixteen-hour drive, and I’m planning to spend every fucking minute of it inside you, making up for the past six goddamn years I’ve been without you because of what you did to us. You got a problem with that?”
“I...” She swallows thickly. “I thought you were mad at me.”
“I am,” I growl, tugging on her hair so she’s forced to look at me. “You fucked everything up.” But I also miss the hell out of her, and I need her. I wasn’t lying when I said she was the worst and best addiction. I’ve been craving her for six damn years, and I need my fix.
“I did it for you,” she whispers.
“You should’ve come to me.”
“We can’t do this. I said I wouldn’t sleep with you while I’m your publicist.”
“Fine. Then you’re fired.” Problem solved.
Before she can argue, my mouth connects with hers in a bruising kiss. Her lips are pillow soft, just as I remember, and she tastes as sweet as the most decadent fucking candy. When I try to deepen the kiss, she bites down on my bottom lip, making me groan. I do it back, nipping at her flesh, and she moans into my mouth.
The chemistry between us was always like sparks flying on the Fourth of July. We were young and wanted each other like mad. But now, as she grinds her center against my hard cock, and I devour her mouth, tasting and caressing her, it’s as if something stronger has replaced those pretty fireworks, and with one flick, we’ll explode.
I break our kiss and yank her shirt off her body, exposing her powder-blue lacy bra. With her tits spilling out the tops, I take a moment to appreciate the sight in front of me. Her smooth, tanned skin. The freckles scattered sparsely across her shoulders. When she goes into the sun, they become more prominent. She hates them, but I love them—have spent too many hours kissing and counting each one.
A glint catches my eye, and nestled between her perfect tits is the ring—the one I gave her. My mouth goes to where the swells of her breasts meet, and I place an open-mouthed kiss to her flesh, making it a point to kiss the ring as well.
Kaylee sucks in a harsh breath, her legs tightening around me, and I pull one of her cups down, revealing her pale-pink nipple. I swipe my tongue across the tip, and it hardens, creating a point. I wrap my lips around it, sucking it into my mouth, and she arches her back, silently begging for more. When she walked onto the bus and admitted she’s not the same without me, I imagined taking her back here and angry fucking the hell out of her, but now that I have her in my bed, all I want to do is reacquaint myself with every inch of her.
Pulling the other cup down, I swirl my tongue around the pointed tip. Kaylee’s entire body shivers, reminding me how responsive she is to my touch. After removing her shoes, I unbutton and unzip her pants, pulling them down her thighs. Her underwear is the same color as her bra, and it brings me back to when we were together. She always made sure they were matching. She said if she was ever killed or hurt and had to be undressed, she didn’t want to be caught in ugly undergarments. I didn’t get it, but I loved that it meant she always looked sexy as hell under her clothes.
“Brax,” she breathes, her voice husky. “I need you in me.” She reaches up to grab my cock, but I swat her hand away.
“Soon, baby.”
I turn my attention back on her, kissing my way down her soft, flat torso until I get to the top of her underwear. With an open-mouthed kiss to the hood of her pussy, I inhale her scent through the thin material. Of course she smells like goddamn roses, making my dick even harder.
“Brax,” she groans, wiggling impatiently.
“Patience,” I chide. “I’ve waited six years, and I’m not going to rush it.”
I hook the sides of her underwear and drag them down her legs, leaving her completely exposed. Unlike when we were younger and she had curls of blond hair down there, she’s now neatly trimmed. I spread her legs and have the perfect view of her pink pussy. It’s already glistening with her arousal, so I dip down and lick up her slit, needing her on my tongue.
“Fuck, you taste just how I remembered,” I mutter between licks, tasting and smelling her arousal. I push a digit into her tight hole, then two. She rocks against me, trying like hell to get herself off, so I stop. Her pleasure is mine. All mine.