Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“You’ll open the stitches,” she says, scratching her nails down my back.
I groan, pressing my dick against her. “And I just answered my own question. You’re not wearing underwear.”
She tries to shove at me. “When your men were flying me out of a war zone, we didn’t think to stop to pick up our shopping bags, so I didn’t have any. Don’t kiss me again. I’ll bite hard enough you’ll need stitches on your lips.”
“It’ll be worth it,” I say, pulling back when her teeth snap at me again. I watch her mouth open and close, watch her pupils dilate when I grind against her clit.
“Stop,” she tries.
“There’s something dark about you, Scarlett. Something reckless.”
She stares up at me, her hips moving a little. I wonder if it’s conscious.
“You make me want like no other woman has ever made me want.” I dip my head, kiss her neck, feeling her pulse against my lips. Her heart’s going a hundred miles a minute.
“Let me go,” she says, voice quavering.
“Kiss me and I’ll let you go.”
She shakes her head. “You already kissed me. Now let me go.”
“No. I want you to kiss me. I want to feel you want it.”
She blinks rapidly, looking beyond me momentarily before shifting her gaze back to mine.
“You want to, Little Kitten.” I lean close to her ear. “I smell your want.”
She flushes at that, but she doesn’t deny it.
“Kiss me once. Just once.”
“That’s all you want? Just a kiss?”
“With tongue.” I grin.
“No tongue.”
“Just the tip.”
She furrows her eyebrows but there’s a little lightness beneath all of this resistance. At least for a moment.
“Promise?”
The way she says it gives me pause. The way her eyes glisten. I remember what her uncle told me. “I promise I won’t take anything you don’t give.”
She studies me, considering. She licks her lips, raises her head and brings her mouth to mine. Then she surprises me again when she sweeps her tongue over my mouth before slipping it inside.
I touch it with mine, taste her and when I suck on her tongue, she lets out a little moan. I cup the back of her head then, taking over the kiss, an urgency building as I taste her. I can feel her yield, open. Feel her kiss me back.
I’m hard. Does she feel me?
Reaching one hand between us, I undo the top two buttons of the shirt she’s wearing.
She makes a sound, but I swallow it and she doesn’t resist when I push it open. Lifting my head slightly to look at her, I cup one breast before undoing the rest of the buttons.
“Cristiano,” she mutters when I open the shirt and kneel to look at her bare skin. She has small breasts, a flat belly and a mound of neatly trimmed dark hair between her legs.
I meet her eyes again, lean down to kiss her mouth, her neck, the hollow between her collarbones.
She cups the back of my head, fingers intertwining with hair as I kiss the space between her breasts, then taste her nipple with the flick of my tongue.
“Cristiano.” Her fingers curl in my hair pulling a little.
I stop. Like I promised. I rest my cheek on her belly and trace a pattern on it. “You make me want things I don’t remember wanting,” I say. The urgency fades, something else, something sadder creeping in. I can’t allow for that though. Not now.
I kneel again, close the shirt and do the buttons like she had them. I don’t want to. What I want is to hold her. To feel her skin against my skin. What I want is more.
She lays her head back on my bed and takes a ragged breath in, watching me. I wonder if she was unsure if I’d stop.
I slide off her, standing. I don’t want to, but she needs to learn she can trust me to keep my word. I get the feeling she hasn’t had many trustworthy men in her life.
“That wasn’t too bad, was it?” I ask, finishing with the last button.
“It was horrible.” She sits up.
I grin, close one hand around her thigh to stop her from standing. “Was it? Are you sure about that or are you a lying, Little Kitten?”
“I’m not lying.”
“So, if I were to spread your legs and look at your pussy, it wouldn’t be wet?”
She tries to pull my arm off, focusing all her attention on it.
“Tell me. Tell me again how horrible it was, and I’ll have a look.”
“Fine. It wasn’t horrible, okay?”
I smile. “Okay.” I look down at the stitched area at my side. The bleeding has stopped so I hand her a bandage. “Here.”
“You need more ointment.”
“Fuck no.”
“Fine.” She peels the paper off the sticky edges and lays the bandage on my side, then looks up at me. “Is it true?”
“Is what true?” I walk to the dresser and open a drawer to get a fresh T-shirt.