A Kiss For You Read Online Rachel Van Dyken, Staci Hart, T.M. Frazier, K.A. Linde

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: , ,
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Total pages in book: 436
Estimated words: 415303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 2077(@200wpm)___ 1661(@250wpm)___ 1384(@300wpm)
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The loft felt like it was on Mars for as long as it was taking to get there.

I took the opportunity to kiss her as we waited for a stoplight to change, slipping my fingers into her purple hair, closing my lips over hers, and she tipped her chin and gave me her mouth, her tongue, with her hands clutching my shirt, pulling me into her like she was starving and I was a porterhouse.

My keys were in my hand before we hit the elevator — another opportunity to kiss her, my fingerips brushing her bare collarbone, down the curve of her breast, around her waist to her ass. I squeezed, pulling her into my cock, pleased with the whimper against my lips.

We practically ran down the hallway. She panted behind me as I unlocked the door, and we tumbled inside.

I closed it behind her and turned. “Hang on, there’s something I need to—”

She launched herself at me, and I caught her, my back hitting the door with a thump, as she wrapped her arms around my neck. Her feet dangled off the ground, and I held her around the waist, kissing her deep.

In that moment, there was no point in stopping to tell her I was the chubby, nerdy kid with glasses she went to high school with. If she even remembered me.

But I remembered her. I’d imagined kissing her a thousand times, but never in my life had I thought I’d ever get the chance. Until now.

I turned her around, the decision made and my mission singular, and pressed her against the door. She pulled my lip between her teeth, and I growled, moving down her neck, nipping and sucking a trail past her collarbone and across the tattoos marking the soft skin of her breasts.

I wanted her naked. I wanted to see every tattoo, every inch of skin. I wanted her in my mouth. I wanted inside of her.

But first, this.

I dropped to my knees, my fingers working the buttons of her shorts. There were four — two on each side of a panel — and my heart thudded in my chest as I dropped that panel to reveal a rectangle of skin covered in tattoos. Flowers framed two pistols just inside her hip bones, barrels angled in a V, pointing down. I slipped my hands into her shorts and around her naked hips, pushing them down her legs, and as she stepped out of them, my eyes caught on the gold barbells above and below the hood of her clit.

“Oh, fuck, Penny,” I whispered, my hands gripping her hips, my lips already on a track for it.

I closed my eyes and buried my face in the sweetness of her.

She braced herself with her hands on my shoulders, murmuring something I couldn’t make out and didn’t try. My tongue rolled against the bottom ball that rested right over her clit, circling until her nails dug into my skin through my shirt.

When I broke away and glanced up, she was looking down, her eyes half-shut and those red fucking lips hanging open in pleasure.

I smirked and lifted one of her legs, hitching it over my shoulder to spread her open. I trailed my hand down, framing her piercing in the V of two fingers, and when I squeezed gently and shifted in a circle, her eyes rolled back in her head that rested against the door, stretching her long white neck out.

For a second, I wished I could be everywhere at once, licking her neck, sucking her lip, my face in her pussy — everywhere. I wanted to devour her. So I started with what I had at my fingertips.

I moved my hand down to cup her, my fingers shifting against the slick line of her core.

“God, you’re soaking fucking wet.” My voice was ragged, my body coiled.

She whispered a plea, begging me with a single word, “Please.”

I happily obliged, licking my lips, bringing them just close enough to her hood that they touched only infinitesimally, waiting for a stretched out second before I slipped my fingers inside at the exact moment I closed my lips over her clit.

“Oh God,” she whispered, bucking against me, closing around my fingers as they slid in, out, in, reaching for the rough spot inside.

Her fingers slipped into my hair and twisted, and mine matched the pace of my tongue.

She clenched around my fingers, pinning me between her thighs as I moved faster, harder, and then …

Then, she came with a cry to a higher power and a burst that I’d be thinking about on my death bed.

As she came down, I slowed, softly kissing and licking her, every flick of my tongue sending another pulse through her pussy around my fingers.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” she breathed. “Where the fuck did you come from?”


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