Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
With a growl, I plunge my tongue in and out of her mouth while I sink into her. She lifts her hips and meets my drives, making me buck faster and harder.
My finger finds her hard nub again, helping push her over the edge. Katherine rocks against me and suddenly stops, eyes snapping shut, mouth letting out halting whimpers of my name. “Kieran. Kieran. Oh, fuck. Oh my God.”
Her body stiffens before her breath comes in short bursts and she trembles. Hot on the heels of her orgasm is my own. She continues to flutter around me, and I feel my cock swelling until my climax slams into me.
“Katherine…”
Pulse after pulse of warmth fills her, and after what seems like hours, I exhale in a rush, finally done delivering my spend. I tunnel my fingers through her hair and kiss her long and hard before resting my forehead on hers. “You’re never getting away from me, cupcake.”
3
KATHERINE
Iknew it was him. I had no idea how I knew, but I did.
It all started with goosebumps peppering my skin at random moments. The small hairs at the back of my neck standing. The vague feeling of someone looking at me. The prickle of awareness that I’m being watched even when I’m alone at home or in my cubicle in the office.
Oddly enough, it didn’t feel creepy. It should have, but it didn’t. I hated to admit it, but I actually liked it. What did it say about me when I enjoyed being seen for the first time in my life? Of someone finding me interesting enough to look at. Of someone thinking I deserve to be given the time of day. Of someone realizing that a curvy wallflower like me is worthy of attention.
I’ve suffered from astigmatism and nearsightedness since I was a child. Without my glasses, anything or anyone far away is nothing but a big blur. The whole world is just a soft focus, and more often than not, I rely on my memory to know what things are or who that person walking toward me is. Maybe this is why my other senses try to compensate for my eyes.
Because of my vision problems, I couldn’t see who was following or watching me, but I was sure it wasn’t a figment of my imagination. For weeks, he became a constant, familiar presence. It was hard to explain, but knowing someone was around me made me feel safe. Weird, I know.
Now that I’ve seen him up close, I can’t even look away. I don’t want to.
My God. He’s gorgeous in a rugged way and … so sexy. Like the kind of sexy that should’ve been out of my league. Me—the family wallflower, the often-forgotten Astor child, the mediocre offspring of the great Bill and Linda Astor.
My three sisters and one brother all hold spots on the board. Meanwhile, I’m still an intern after a year of joining our company. Dad said it was to build character and help me learn the ropes. I’m not dumb. He thinks I don’t deserve it. Mom conveniently forgets to introduce me to people she just met. And my “friends” only ever shoot me a message when they think I can hook them up with VIP tickets or invites to the hot parties in town. I’ve gotten so used to being forgotten that nothing surprises me anymore.
Until Kieran Knight.
With his dark blue eyes, dark brown hair long enough to reach the top of his ears, thick eyebrows, fuller lips than mine, prominent cheekbones, and jawline so sharp it could probably cut me. His hard, chiseled features should look terrifying, but I don’t miss the way his face softens when he looks at me.
He’s been stalking me, and now I’m fucking him. What a weird turn of events.
My grandma—the only one in the family who ever paid me any attention—once told me that someday, I’d find my place in this world. Maybe not as the president of the company or the wife of a prince. But I’d get there.
Now I realize…
What if my place is here with Kieran? What if every single guy I’ve ever met never looked at me twice because I was supposed to end up with someone obsessed with little old me?
That’s the only explanation.
The moment our lips touch, it feels like something has slotted into place, my body and soul lighting up, as if I just found out who it belonged to.
It scares me—how intense this feeling is between us. I can almost taste the thickness in the air whenever in the same space, my skin prickling and heating where he touches me, my body throbbing with a frightening raw need for him.
Yes, it’s terrifying, but since he’s been watching me long enough…
I don’t need to pretend to be someone I’m not, do things I don’t like, say things I don’t mean.