Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 98112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
“It’s just a kiss, princess.”
“Why not wait until we’re someplace less public?”
“Because we have to pose for the cameras on our way out. If you push back on the PDA in front of those people…” I let her draw the obvious conclusion.
“Everyone will know the truth.”
“Exactly. So let’s get you comfortable with having me all over you while we’re alone.”
She swallows. “You’re right.”
My heart trips into a gallop as I bend to Corinne and touch my lips to hers. The first contact is a full-body jolt of electricity. Stunned, I jerk back and gaze down at her. She’s waiting with breath held and lips pursed, so fucking beautiful I can’t resist tunneling my hands into her hair and kissing her again.
I brush over her softness, back and forth. Her breathing turns choppy as I claim her mouth, luring, coaxing, teasing. Then impatience urges me to nudge her lips apart and glide deep, stroking her shy tongue. She melts and molds against me with a hum of arousal. Desire ratchets up. The taste of wine on her lips is sweet, but it’s her reaction—her indrawn breath, the way she seizes up as if she’s shocked that she likes my kiss, followed by her unsteady exhalation—that intoxicates me.
With a low moan, I pull her flush against my body and deepen the kiss. Corinne offers zero protest, clinging to my shoulders and rising up on her tiptoes to get closer.
Fuck, she doesn’t just taste good; she smells incredible. That something I caught a tantalizing whiff of yesterday when we met fills my nose. The scent is so lushly feminine. Not too floral, not too musky. Whatever that is, I want it for myself. I want to own it, bottle it. I want it swimming in my head as I bare her virgin body for my pleasure. I want it dripping off my skin when I’m between her legs, driving deep, and making her cry out my name.
Gripping the back of her dress with one hand, I slide the other down her body and cup her ass to fit the dizzying heat of her pussy against my cock. Her groan fills the air, impatient and needy.
Suddenly, she wrenches free, panting. “I think we’re good with kissing now.”
I shake my head. “You’re not comfortable yet.”
“That’s more kiss than I’ve ever—” She stops and shakes her head. “I mean, more than I expected.”
So Riley never kissed her like he’d goddamn die if he didn’t have his lips on hers? It figures since he also never managed to find his dick around her. “Tip of the iceberg, princess. I’m going to do that to you every chance I get.”
“It’s not necessary. I’ve seen pictures of you with other women online. They don’t look overheated and flushed, and no one questioned whether you actually had sex with them.”
“I wasn’t engaged to any of them. You have to look in love and well sated. If you don’t, there will be doubt.”
“You just want me to give in and have sex with you.”
“Fuck yes, I do. But that’s not the reason I’m kissing you. You want this ploy to succeed? Focus. People can spot a fraud.”
She hesitates. “At least give me a minute to catch my breath. I’m just… It was unexpected. I didn’t think you would kiss me so…passionately.”
Hasn’t Corinne been listening to how much I want her? Or did she not believe me? “I’m very passionate. Let’s get you there, too.”
I capture her mouth again, this time diving straight into her hottest depths to caress her tongue and claim every part of her she’ll give me. I half expect resistance, but she slowly loops her arms around my neck, tilting her head to take me deeper.
Son of a bitch, I’ve done nothing more than kiss Corinne. We’re fully clothed. I’ve never seen her naked. And already, this is way hotter than the last five times I got laid. I don’t know what it is about her… The fact she’s Parker’s sister? Is it her innocence? Her beauty? The intrepid way she’s determined to save her business, regardless of the obstacles in her path? Whatever it is, she sparks everything inside me to burning life, including a possessive urge I didn’t expect.
Again, she pulls free with flushed cheeks and uneven breaths. The way she bites that already swollen bottom lip kicks up my lust.
“Has any man ever made you come?” I need to know.
“That’s none of your business.”
“It is now.” I grab her chin. I’m gentle but firm as I force her to look at me. “Yes or no?”
“That’s too personal.”
“The way I’m kissing you is pretty personal. So is the way I’m going to fuck you. Tell me. I have to know how slow to take this.”
“Never,” she finally admits.
That shouldn’t thrill me, but I get a sick triumph from knowing I’ll be the first man she’ll surrender herself to, the first to give her ecstasy, the first to hear her cry out in strangled pleasure when I send her to the ultimate peak.