Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“For however long we have to steal from fate, Kitten, we don’t worry about that shit. Because I can promise you, it feels as if you’ve always been a part of me.”
Her hands stall on her pants after she unlatches the button and zipper. Her eyes find mine, and there are tears swimming in their depths. “I felt that way, Max, from just reading your file.”
My stomach rolls and I wish yet again, I had made different choices. Then again if I hadn’t, I might never have met Tess. Fate is a fucking bitch.
“You’re taking too long,” I have to clear my throat to just get the words out.
“I have a problem,” she says and before I can respond carries on, “Your Uncle’s boots are seriously ruining the sexy striptease I wanted to do here.”
She huffs out the last part and sits down on the bed. I’m as surprised as she is when the laughter escapes me. I lower down on my knees in front of her. “Yeah well, they might not be sexy, but they came in handy when dealing with Jenna.”
“Do not mention her name in here if you want to get lucky, Max.”
I fake a heavy sigh as I finish taking her boots and socks off. My fingers brush over her ankles before taking one foot and using my thumbs to massage the balls of her feet. “I’ve been slacking,” I tell her, picking up her other foot to repeat my actions.
“Slacking?”
Her head goes back, and she moans as I massage her feet. Tess is so innately sexy in her excitement that she steals my breath at times.
“In your training.” I put her foot down and then stand, waiting.
“You’re training me? For what?” She asks, as she gets up from the bed, licking her lips—tempting without even knowing it.
“Me,” I answer as my hands wrap around the side of her neck, bringing her lips to mine. It feels as if I haven’t tasted her in months. I have no way to explain what Tess does to me. I wasn’t lying when I said it felt like she had always been a part of me.
Her hands push under my shirt, her touch feels like she injects electricity into my body. Her nails drag up my stomach marking a path as clear as the way she has marked my soul. I feel everything. My tongue duels with hers and owns her mouth. Tess’s pulse jumps under my hand on her neck, and I flex my thumb back and forth over it. When her nails slide to my back, and she pulls me closer, I know I need to move away. She digs those claws into me, and that small sting of pain makes my balls grow heavy and ache, with my need to release. I’ve fucked a lot. It used to feel the day was a failure if I didn’t have a woman to sink into before I crashed. Tess is different. She’s like finding a part of myself.
We break apart and drag oxygen back into our lungs. Tess is breathing so heavily her body quakes with the exertion. I’m not far behind her. I look into those emerald eyes that own me and the need reflecting back nearly unmans me.
“Pants…” my voice is so gruff I breathe and try again. “Take your pants off, Kitten.”
She’s naked in front of me, and my cock is demanding attention. Damn thing is so hard and ready; it’s physically painful. I love her like this, face flushed with excitement and hair falling softly around her face, kiss
ing her shoulders. Her breasts are moving with her breathing; the hard, pebbled nipples are straining, needing attention. Her pussy is bare and already glistening from her excitement. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
“You’re sure about this, Kitten?”
“Yes.”
It’s one word, but one word that seals our lives and joins us together. There’s no turning back now; maybe there wasn’t from the beginning.
“Undress me.”
Tess’s eyes widen in surprise and then a soft smile spreads her lips. She starts with my shirt, easing her hands under it and slowly pulling the ends over me. I bend down to help her get it off, and it joins her clothes on the ground. She kisses my stomach, creating a line of fire wherever her lips touch. Her tongue teases my nipple, wrapping it and pulling it into her mouth, I groan. My hands tangle in her hair, and I apply pressure, demanding, not asking, that she go down. I need her to kiss lower; I need more than she’s giving with this slow, delicious torture.
She looks up at my face, her eyes glued to mine and lowers slowly, accepting my command. With each delightfully wicked inch, her tongue drags against my skin, searing me. When she hits her knees, her hands undo my belt and pants, and I exhale my relief as she slides my pants down and gives my cock room, from the bite of the zipper. My cock bounces free, stiff, hard and ready for action. Her hand wraps around the base, and I nearly come right there. When her tongue flattens, bathing my shaft and she licks the head, spreading the moisture there and adding some of her own, my knees nearly buckle.