False Start – Red Zone Rivals Read Online Kandi Steiner

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Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 125866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
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Maybe he really is going to sleep.

I didn’t know if it was relief or disappointment that I felt the longer we laid there without anything happening. Eventually, the cage around my chest loosened, and my breaths started coming easier, more natural.

The memories of the day faded, tucking themselves into files in my brain as my eyelids grew heavier. They fluttered, and then shut, and I rolled onto my left side, away from Kyle, curling into myself a little as one arm slid under my pillow.

I didn’t realize how tired I was until that moment, all the adrenaline from the day slowly leaking out of me with each breath. The hotel bed was so comfortable. I let out a long, contented sigh as I settled in, letting the memory foam take my weight.

I was almost asleep when I felt a subtle movement on the other end of the bed.

I swallowed, body stiffening as I listened to the slight rustle of the sheets.

He’s probably just rolling over, you weirdo. Go to bed.

I was too hyper-focused, and I rolled my eyes at myself, burrowing deeper into the covers.

Until I felt a large, warm hand at the small of my back.

My eyes shot open, heart stopping for a full ten seconds before it kicked back to life in my chest. I was completely still as Kyle rubbed his knuckles against my skin.

When I didn’t pull away or say anything, he splayed his hand, running his palm up and over my hip.

Oh my God.

Goosebumps exploded over my skin, my next breath lodging itself in my throat. There was another dip of the bed, a shift of weight, and then a rush of heat.

Kyle pulled me flush against him, his chest against my back, legs curling behind mine. His forehead pressed against the top of my spine, and a long, shaky exhale ghosted over my skin as he rolled his hips into me.

I gasped.

I felt every thick, hard inch of him against my backside, and the soft, almost imperceptible groan he let loose made me shiver.

I didn’t dare say a word. I didn’t dare move an inch.

My heart was pounding out of my chest, and Kyle pressed a featherlight kiss to the back of my neck before his hand on my hip was traveling, gliding over my thigh and down to my knee before his fingers slid to the inside of my leg and trailed up at a torturously slow pace.

“Mads,” he whispered, and I heard him swallow, felt his hand hesitate where it was traveling up.

I didn’t respond.

But I opened.

Every cell in my being buzzed under his touch as I spread my legs, my ass still nestled against his hard-on as I did. The motion sent his hand sliding farther north, the rough warmth of his palm skating against my upper inner thigh.

One thick fingertip brushed against the lace edge of my panties, and I shook violently, nipples hardening into peaks.

Kyle paused there, kissing the back of my shoulder as he ran his fingertip over the lace. He trailed up to my right hip, dragged that gentle touch down to the left hip, and then went back to playing with the edge along my inner thigh.

I was still at first, frozen, afraid to so much as breathe.

But the more he toyed with that edge, the more I squirmed beneath the touch, opening my legs wider and bucking my hips to reach for his touch.

His breaths were short puffs of air on my neck, his heart thumping loud enough for me to hear.

I reached behind me, blindly feeling until my fingers ran through his hair. I held him to me, rolling against his erection with all my awareness centering on where his fingertips just barely brushed my panties.

“I didn’t just hear you earlier,” he husked against the shell of my ear. His touch was still just a tease against my thigh. “I watched you.”

Another gasp left me.

“I watched you touch yourself, listened to the way you moaned.”

I should have been shocked. I wanted to be shocked. I willed myself to break away from him and scream at him and storm out of the room.

But I was so turned on by the thought, by knowing he was watching me without me knowing, that he’d seen me writhing in that bath water trying to find relief.

“It was intoxicating,” he continued, his breath ragged against my skin. “I couldn’t look away.”

“Kyle,” I breathed, arching against him, and he groaned with a buck of his hips.

“I heard you say that, too,” he murmured in my ear. “You were thinking of me.”

“Yes.”

He cursed, his teeth sinking into my shoulder.

“I fucked my hand as I watched you,” he admitted, and the shock only lasted a second before a rush of power swept through me.

The thought that he couldn’t resist himself, that he risked getting caught because he was so turned on…


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