Speed King (Men of Action #1) Read Online Ahren Sanders

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Men of Action Series by Ahren Sanders
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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 117249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 586(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
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“Hope you don’t mind. You were resting peacefully. Instead of rummaging through my drawers and risking waking you, I grabbed it out of your bag.”

“Looks a fuck of a lot better on you.”

“I’m thinking of stealing it.”

“You want it, it’s yours.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” There’s a flicker in her eyes that quickly grows heated. She takes a hesitant step forward, closing the space between us, then traces her finger along the lines of the tattoo on my bicep.

“Harley, babe, I think you better move back.” My self-control is slipping.

“I should, but I can’t help it.” She leans in, brushing her lips across mine. “Is that bad?”

“Babe, you’re testing my self-restraint.”

She grins against my mouth. “Testing it how? Maybe I’m trying to show my appreciation for the shirt.”

My blood pumps harder when the tip of her tongue trails my bottom lip, teasing back and forth. The familiar desire and need for her races through my veins, and I roughly growl, “fuck it,” before shutting off the water. My arm shoots to her waist, lifting her over the side of the tub and twisting her against the shower wall. Her legs automatically link around my waist, and her elbows brace on my shoulders as my mouth crashes to hers.

There’s nothing slow and sweet about the kiss as my tongue dives inside, demanding control. She lets out a small moan, wrapping her body tight and grinding her hips downward. The feel of silky satin material sliding along the tip of my cock ignites a ravenous hunger to be inside her. My hands go to her thighs, slipping up the shirt until they come into contact with the bare skin of her ass. Her muscles flex against my palms as she rocks down again.

I temporarily lose my mind, groaning down her throat and surging upward to feel every bit of her along my dick. Her head angles to the side, deepening the kiss. My hips thrust twice more until she rips her mouth from mine and pants against my lips. Signals fire off in my brain to shut this down before I go too far.

My hips freeze, my head drops to her throat, and I clutch her ass to stop her movements. “Babe, we have to stop.”

Her pulse races against my cheek as my own beats wildly in my chest. “Are you okay?” she rasps huskily.

I glance up and my heart races for a new reason. Her face is flushed, her lips swollen, and her blue eyes shining so brightly they’re blinding. “Jesus, Harley, you’re so fucking gorgeous it hurts.”

She smiles and asks shyly, “So, I didn’t hurt you?”

“How the hell would you hurt me?”

“When you stopped, I thought maybe I’d done something painful.”

“No, babe, nothing you did hurt me.”

We continue to stare at each other, the air around us sizzling with the heat of our bodies attached. “I should give you some privacy to finish your shower.” Her grin grows wicked as she unlatches her legs and slides down my body.

I hiss when she intentionally scrapes along my cock and rubs her chest against mine. She bends to the side, the shirt riding up enough to expose the cheeks of her ass as she picks up the washcloth. I cross my arms and force myself to remain still as her eyes travel over my body and bulge when they land on my cock.

“Oh my God, is that….”

“Yeah, baby, my dick is pierced.”

She licks her lips, and my cock twitches, pulsing painfully against my stomach. “You may need this washcloth after all.”

Her voice is low and thick with intention, taking me close to the edge that I snap, reaching out and hauling her back to me. “You’re playing with fire, Harley.”

“Maybe a little temptation is a good thing.”

“Get out of the shower. I’m warning you now.”

“I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” She scrapes her nails across my abdomen as she steps out and flashes me a triumphant smile, backing out of the bathroom.

I watch the door for a few seconds, red-hot sensations scorching through my veins. The last few minutes roll through my head and my dick throbs.

“Goddammit,” I mutter under my breath, twisting the faucet, and yanking the curtain closed. The cool water does nothing to my overheated skin as I grab myself and stroke.

She did this on purpose. Just when I thought the woman couldn’t get anymore perfect, she showed me she is full of surprises. An idea comes to mind as I grip harder and speed my movements. She’s going to pay for this one day, and I’ll enjoy teaching her exactly how it feels to be teased.

I lean against the doorway and watch her flit around her kitchen, oblivious to my presence. She cracks eggs into a large bowl, cursing under her breath and leaning over to scrape what I assume is shell out of the mixture. The shirt rides up, exposing enough skin for me to know she still isn’t wearing shorts over the scrap of silky panties. Dirty thoughts flood my head, and the image of her laid out on her counter comes to mind. I adjust myself in my shorts and softly clear my throat. She twists at the sounds of me moving, her lips sliding upward as her gaze lands on my bare chest. “I like,” is all she says.


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