Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 106909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
I sat in the farthest seat away from Ream, unfortunately it was also opposite him, so I had the pleasure of watching him talk to the brunette. Emily sat on my right and Kite on my left. Molly brought over a round of shots with two bottles of champagne—on the house. She chatted with Ream and I noticed his scowl and pensiveness as if he was trying to figure out something. I did my best to ignore Ream, and for the most part I did, except my body couldn’t ignore him. It knew he was a few feet away and every time I heard his deep voice, goose bumps jazz stepped across my skin.
“Oh my God. Kat. Dance. Come on.” Emily pecked Logan’s cheek and went to get up and fell back down into Logan’s lap. She giggled and he leaned in and whispered something in her ear which had her cheeks turning bright red. She went to stand back up and staggered a couple of steps. “Oops,” she mumbled and the corner of Logan’s mouth curved up as he took in his drunk soon-to-be wife. The way he looked at her it was as if he caressed every part of her with his eyes.
I stood and swayed for a second as the shots and champagne hit me. Having nothing to eat since lunch, everything went straight to my head. I caught Ream’s watchful gaze, and he was scowling with a quiet intensity. It was the same look he gave me when he’d found me trying to fix a fence rail by myself. Protective and consuming. I quickly looked away, grabbed Emily’s hand, and with my hips swaying, we walked to the dance floor.
Emily leaned into me and whispered, “Drunk sex tonight. Well, me drunk, Logan sober. It’s the ultimate ice-cream.” Emily twirled.
I did what I always did and let the music take hold of me and seductively came alive. I tried to take it slow, but the music was fast and soon pins and needles flared in my feet and then worked their way up to my thighs. I had to slow down or I was going to fall down.
“I’m going to go sit—”
“Oh my God, Coldplay,” Emily screamed above the sound of the music and grabbed my hands.
Shit. Okay, I could do one more song. Well, I thought I could do one more song before the tingles became numbness.
I was wrong.
I made it through half the song before I stumbled, losing my balance. Damn it. I went to grab Emily for support but hands seized my hips and pulled me backwards, and I slammed into a solid chest.
“Relax. I got you.” I stiffened when I heard Ream’s low, gravelly voice next to my ear. His arm slid across my abdomen, and he took most of my weight onto him as he kept moving to the music. His rock hard thighs rubbed against mine, and his groin pressed into my ass while he kept me locked up against him. I could feel his heated breath on my neck next to my ear, and it wasn’t only my legs tingling, it was my entire body.
Emily noticed us and smiled with brows raised. Then she trounced off the dance floor, leaving me alone with Ream.
“We should go sit—”
“Shh,” Ream ordered as he kept me glued to him.
“But—”
“Kat.”
“I’m dating—”
“Babe.”
“I don’t want to dance with you.”
“Shut it.”
“I want to sit down.”
“No you don’t.”
“What?” I tried to pull away from his arms, but he was like the locked bar on a roller coaster. “Ream,” I ground out between my teeth.
“You try and walk back to the table yourself, you’re going to fall. Your new boyfriend should be indebted to me for making sure you’re looked after. So relax. We’ll wait until your legs are better.”
Oh God. He knew. He’d been watching and saw me struggling to keep up with Emily. The overwhelming feeling encompassing me was too debilitating to do anything other than lean back into his arms and seek the support he offered.
Ream’s breath hit the spot just below my ear, and the fine hairs on my skin rose. His fingers touched my bare skin as my blouse shifted, and I swiftly inhaled. He hesitated when he heard me, and then his palm splayed flat on my abdomen, sending an animated need to pool between my thighs.
His hand moved upwards, slowly stroking, caressing, touching, until his thumb was just beneath my breast. Every time I exhaled, the tip would graze the underside of my breast and send a burning wave of heat through me.
I closed my eyes.
Then my head fell back onto his shoulder as I shuddered. I couldn’t control it. Ream was in me. No matter how much we fought or hurt one another, it was always the same when we touched. It was a want so powerful that it gripped the edges of my sanity and made me insane with need. Maybe that’s why we had tried to hurt one another? Because we were both fighting so hard to hate when we felt the exact opposite.
But Ream wasn’t fighting it any longer.
I wanted to let him in. God, just to be held in his arms again made me feel warm and safe and yet … it terrified me too. Because Ream could hurt me. He had once before, and I couldn’t afford to waste a single day on a guy that had already proven to me that he would run as soon as things got rough. And things would get rough. I had no misconceptions that I could be in trouble at some point. Did he know that? Had he a clue what being with me would entail?
“Kitkat,” he murmured into my ear then brushed his thumb over my nipple that strained against my lace bra.
Oh God, yes. His cock was hard and pressing into me, and I swallowed the tightness in my throat as I thought of him thrusting it inside me. His muscles contracting, sweat gleaming off his skin, hands locking my wrists as his weight pinned me down.