Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
I slowed down and put my lips at her ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I growled. “You make me crazy. I want to protect you and fucking tear you apart at the same time. I want to make you feel safe while I fuck you so hard it hurts. I want to be a good man for you, but I also want to feel you come on my cock.”
“Xander,” she panted. “Don’t stop.”
“You’re so wet,” I rasped, thrusting faster. “So tight. And I can still taste you on my tongue.”
She grabbed my ass and rocked her hips beneath me, matching me stroke for stroke, murmuring incoherently as her body tensed up beneath me. Yes, yes, yes, you’re so good, right there, come with me, please . . .
Staying tight to her body, I kept my rhythm firm and steady on her clit until her head fell to one side, her mouth opened in a silent scream, and her pussy clenched my cock with tiny little pulses that sent me shooting for the stars.
Letting go completely, I plunged into her again and again, making her cry out with every savage thrust, guttural sounds coming from the back of my throat as I powered through an orgasm so strong it paralyzed my muscles while rattling my bones.
Aftershocks reverberated through my body as I tried to catch my breath. Realizing I was probably smothering her, I lifted my chest and looked down. Her cheek was still turned, her eyes closed, her mouth open.
“You okay?” I asked.
Her insides squeezed me once more, and she shivered. “That. Was. Incredible.”
“Look at that, we agree on something.”
She smiled and looked up. “Who’d have thought?”
“I’ll be right back,” I said, rolling off her.
The thunderstorm had moved off, but I could still hear the rain as I headed into the bathroom. I remembered that Veronica said it was going to rain all day tomorrow, and I thought about spending the entire day in bed with Kelly. Was that allowed? Or was this one and done? She’d said something earlier like only for tonight. Had she meant it?
After cleaning up, I went back into the bedroom and pushed the bed back into place. “Sounds like the storm has passed.”
Kelly rolled onto her side to face me. “I know.”
“Do you still want me to sleep in here?”
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“Do we still have the no-touching rule?”
I ran a hand through my hair. “Ah, I think we can bury that rule. It’s good and dead.”
She laughed and tossed the covers back. “May it rest in peace. But I won’t miss it.”
I climbed in next to her, and she immediately tucked herself against my side, throwing an arm across my waist and laying her head on my chest.
“I know you’re probably not a cuddler,” she said, “but can I just have a minute?”
“How do you know I’m not a cuddler?”
“Just a guess.”
“Well, it’s wrong. I happen to be a fucking great cuddler. It’s my long arms.” I wrapped one around her. “See?”
She giggled. “But that doesn’t mean you like it. You can be good at something and not enjoy it.”
“True. I guess you’ll just have to trust me that in this case, I’m good at it and I’m enjoying it.”
“I trust you.” She paused. “It’s actually strange how much I trust you. I wish you lived in Nashville so you could be in charge of my security team there.”
“I’m not sure how well that would work,” I said. “I’d probably punch anyone who got near you. And anyway, I’m out of the security business. This was just a favor for your brother.” At the mention of Sully, I expected a stab of guilt. I was surprised when it didn’t come.
We were both silent for a moment, listening to the rain drum softly on the roof. I stroked her shoulder and breathed in the sweet scent of her hair. Our breathing synced, and I found myself getting drowsy. My eyes closed. My hand stilled. My body relaxed.
“Xander?”
“Hmm?”
“I have to confess something.”
“What?”
She sighed. “I’m not really afraid of storms anymore. I just wanted you to sleep in here.”
“It’s okay. I lied about something too.”
“What?” She sat up and looked at me.
“I did want to kiss you last night. It wasn’t all for show.”
“Oh, that.” She snickered. “That was obvious.”
I pinched her butt. “Also, I saw your vibrator in the shower.”
She gasped. “You snooped in my shower?”
“I wasn’t snooping. I just sort of . . . peeked behind the curtain. But believe me, I was sorry I did it.”
“Why?” She covered her bare chest demurely. “Did it ruin your image of country music’s sweetheart?”
“No, but it gave me a slight insecurity complex. It has bits and bobs my anatomy does not have.”
“Oh.” She laughed, dropping her arms. “Yes, it does. But you’ve got nothing to worry about. It doesn’t come close to you. I’d take your anatomy over a toy any day.”