Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 125866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Instead, he hooked one finger under the strap of my dress, sliding it off one shoulder and kissing along the collarbone he’d exposed before he trailed back up to my lips. One hand slid down to palm my ass as the other reached for the zipper of my dress, and just like he had in that dressing room when I’d first put it on, he slowly unfastened it, drawing a hot trail of fire with his knuckles in the process.
“Even when I hated you, there were so many nights I dreamt of this,” he murmured against my lips. Chills raced over my skin when the zipper of my dress was all the way down and Kyle tugged at the fabric until it fell into a heap at my ankles. “I dreamt of growing up with you, of hearing how your moans would change, feeling how your sighs would warm my skin when I found just the right spot.”
As if he’d cued me, I whimpered at the feel of his thick thigh sliding between my now bare legs. His slacks were still hanging from his hips, the belt unbuckled and the top line of his briefs showing through, but that thick warmth of him pressed against the thin lace of my panties in the sweetest way.
He cupped my ass in his hands and rolled me against him, and white light flashed behind my lids.
I shook so violently my legs gave out, but Kyle was there to catch my weight.
“That still gets you, doesn’t it?” he mused with a smirk, and then he rolled me against him again, that grin growing when I moaned and clung to his shoulders.
His chest and arms and abdomen were a sight to marvel at, every muscle lean and defined the way only a professional athlete’s can be. I dug my nails into his triceps as I held on tight, and the hiss he let free when I did lit me up from my core.
“I could get you off just like this,” he promised, and I knew he was right. Every time he ground his thigh against my clit, fire stroked my belly, low and hot. “I could make you come without even getting you undressed.”
I didn’t know if I wanted to fight him or beg him to do just that. I was already wound so tight from the last two weeks of emotion and tension. I needed to release like I needed to breathe, but while my brain was fuzzy and focused on every thrum of pleasure he was stroking out between my legs, my hands were tearing at his pants again, begging him to be bare with me, to make this last.
With a grin and a swift kiss against my lips, Kyle granted my wish.
He pulled back with his eyes still devouring me, holding my gaze as he stripped off what was left of his clothing. It was all I could do to keep my breath steady as I watched him, as I noted all the ways he’d changed, and yet all the ways he was still the same.
His body was that of a man now, the muscles lining his abdomen and thick thighs more pronounced. When his cock sprang free from his boxers, I sipped in another breath, biting my lip at how big he was, how I’d known him intimately before and yet I had never known this version of him.
Where the years had sculpted him into an athletic, high-performing specimen, they’d softened me. I had silvery scars across my stomach, my hips, my breasts. I was a mother now.
Kyle didn’t seem deterred by that reality.
In fact, he seemed ravenous, as if just being parted from me long enough to take off his clothes was too long. As soon as he was naked, he was on me again. One of his massive palms enveloped my modest breast, and his mouth devoured the other, his tongue swiping around my nipple before he covered it and hummed at how it felt to taste me.
“Kyle,” I breathed, which made him more fervent, and fuck if seeing this man bent over and licking me wasn’t the most powerful sight. I didn’t miss the way he trembled slightly, like despite all the words he was casting, he was still a little nervous, too.
That made me absolutely feral.
I stepped out of my dress, kicking one heel off and then the next. But before I could slide my panties down, Kyle gripped me by the hips to stop me.
“Allow me,” he said, and then he was kissing a slow, torturous trail down every inch of my stomach until he rested on his knees in front of me.
My chest rose and fell with every haggard breath, my hands roaming from his shoulders into his hair. He smiled against my left hip bone when I fisted my hands into those silky strands, and then his thumbs slid beneath the thin band of my thong on either side, and he tugged it down my thighs, centimeter by centimeter.