Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
I swallow hard, not sure how to respond. “That’s… that’s a lot. I mean, it’s great, but it’s a lot.”
“And I don’t know if you’re the one.” Those words actually calm me a bit, the certainty by which he can admit that this is new and we don’t know what lies ahead. His fingers brush along my jaw. “I know it might seem intense, but I really feel like we have a connection and I want to explore it. That’s it… let’s see where it goes.”
“I’ve been through a lot, King. My divorce was really hard, and I’m still dealing with the aftermath. I don’t know if I’m ready for something serious.”
“I accept that.” His thumb strokes my face. “As long as you can accept that maybe you can move past your bad experience.”
“I just don’t want to lead you on or hurt you. I can’t promise more than what this is right now.”
“And what is this? Right now?” he asks.
I answer with the same kiss I gave him before this conversation started. My hands slip around his neck and I press my body against his. When his mouth opens, I slide my tongue along his and revel in the groan that produces. “Let’s finish dinner later,” I suggest in a murmur against his lips.
King’s head jerks back, his eyes searching mine. Filled with lust and heat, I can see the uncertainty. The war within him to be a gentleman and do things properly and in a certain order. I wait him out, because he has to be all in.
I’m rewarded when his hands come to my ass and he lifts me up. My legs wrap around his waist as his mouth fuses with mine again. The world spins as he moves through his condo, down a hall and to his bedroom. I only know it’s such as he drops me on the mattress before covering me with his body.
His eyes bore into mine, silently asking for permission to proceed. I nod, giving my consent without a word. The air between us crackles with desire as he leans in to capture my lips with his once again. The kiss is urgent, passionate, filled with a longing that I think might have been pent up between both of us since the day we met.
My hands roam freely over his body, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his shirt. King’s caresses send shivers down my spine as he explores every inch of my skin with reverence and hunger. We’re a tangle of limbs and shared breaths and it’s perfect.
We break apart, both panting heavily and looking at each other with need. I can feel the heat between us, and I know we’re both thinking the same thing—we can’t hold back any longer. King’s eyes search mine, once again needing permission to continue, but I’ve already given it.
As if on cue, he leans down and captures my lips again, his tongue sliding in to explore the depths of my mouth. My hands find their way to his chest and I run my fingers over the lines of sinew and bone, heat coursing through me.
My heart races and my breaths become shallower. I want this, I need this.
It’s been so fucking long and I deserve it.
Urgency rises within both of us and hands tear at clothing. In between kisses and laughs as he tries to remove my shoes, and a moment’s distraction when I undo the zipper on his jeans to grasp his rigid length, we somehow get naked.
I let out a sharp yelp when King suddenly grabs my ankles and drags me to the edge of the bed until my butt dangles off the side. Confusion swirls in my mind as I try to ask him what he’s doing, but before I can speak, King drops down to his knees in front of me.
His warm breath caresses over my lower stomach, causing goose bumps to break out over my skin. My heart races with realization as I know what he’s about to do—something no man has ever done to me before. Oh, how I always longed for Scott to do this, but I was always too afraid to ask for it. A mixture of fear and excitement floods through me as I involuntarily try to close my legs, not sure if I’m ready for this new experience.
Not sure I’m deserving of it because this is the ultimate act of intimacy.
But King’s gruff command jolts me back to reality. “Keep ’em spread.”
And with that warning, his mouth descends onto my most intimate place, waves of pleasure surging through my body.
I gasp at the sensation, unable to process the intensity of the new feelings washing over me. King’s tongue works its magic, touching every inch of my skin with expert precision. His hands grip my thighs firmly, holding me in place as he explores my every curve.