Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 154728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
I was dazed and didn’t even think of the hair I’d worried about a lifetime ago. My head whipped to him, standing on the curb, staring at me.
“That was amazing,” I told him, exhilarated.
He was studying me with a light furrow to his brow like he was surprised or trying to figure something out. Trying to figure me out. There was still heat there. That liquid heat in his gaze, in his body, a sexiness that just dripped off him.
The sounds of the city were nothing but a muted roar for a handful of seconds as I let myself get lost in him, my blood still singing from the high.
“Not my place.” He jangled the keys as he nodded up to the brownstone, jerking me out of my daze. “I let my publicist talk me into getting my apartment renovated.” He let out a sigh that was somehow masculine. “Yeah, I know I sound like a fucking douchebag that I not only have a publicist but let him dictate how I decorate my house, but … whatever.” He shrugged. Again, it managed to be sexual and masculine and made my already raging libido spike higher.
“Anyway, I’m renting this.” He waved to the brownstone that was in a quiet neighborhood—by New York standards, which meant it didn’t have Sex and the City tourists posing in front of it—and cost some serious money.
Not that that was something that impressed me much, but I noted it.
The daredevil business paid well, apparently.
A hand at the small of my back sent sparks down my spine. “Just ’cause I rent the house doesn’t mean I’m not going to own your pussy in every room,” he murmured against my neck, leaning down so his lips brushed my skin.
I wasn’t expecting him to say that, not after talking about publicists and renovations.
So my knees turned to jelly, almost collapsing to the sidewalk. Except Kane didn’t give me the chance to, luckily. He slung me into his side and walked us both to the brownstone.
We went up the stairs, and he unlocked the door, but I barely noticed it over my galloping heart.
The clang of the front door closing and shutting out the street noise sent my heart sprinting and my vision danced with spots. The silence was oppressive, and I suddenly regretted my decision. I was not the type of woman who had one-night stands with famous athletes who effortlessly exuded sex. He might’ve done this many times before. I hadn’t. I wasn’t a sexual person, and I would be awkward and likely disappointing.
I opened my mouth to spout off an excuse and get out of there, but I didn’t get a word out.
Kane grabbed me by the back of the neck and kissed me.
All of my doubts disappeared into a puff of smoke. A ball of freaking fire.
Suddenly, I was a sexual person. All I was was sex, instinct, hunger, desire.
His hands tangled into my hair, roughly pulling at the strands with the perfect amount of pressure. A spike of pain shot through my scalp, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.
The opposite, actually. It only served to light up nerve endings in my body that were already singing, submitting to Kane.
The kiss was tongue and teeth. Kane’s canines grazed my lip so hard the metallic tang of blood mingled in our mouths. He leaned back, a predatory smile on his face as he licked his lips.
“So far, I fucking love the taste of you,” he declared, voice thick and raw.
He didn’t give me time to return the compliment because he was kissing me again. His hands were at my ass, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist as he lifted me up, having never made such an attempt before because I hadn’t been so taken over with desire. And because I hadn’t been confident that the man had the strength to hold me.
Kane had the strength to hold me. I didn’t question it for even a second.
There was no hitch in his breath, no pause in the beautiful assault on my mouth as he walked us in what I guessed was the direction of a bedroom. I didn’t care where it was as long as it had a horizontal surface.
As my legs tightened around him, my core ached for friction as I began to grind myself against his denim-clad erection like some horny teenager.
Kane let out a growl and ripped his mouth from mine. One of his hands remained on my ass, the other cupped my chin, eyes cerulean fire as they zeroed in on me. “Was planning on takin’ you to a bed, but fuck. I can’t wait another single second to get inside of you.”
My mouth went dry at his words, thirsty, desperate for him to sate me.
I clung to him as he lowered us effortlessly onto the floor. My back hit fabric, a rug, most likely. There was somewhat of a cushion against the hardwood floor but not much. I didn’t mind the hard surface, though, not with Kane hovering over me, his lips moving down the column of my neck.