Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
My heart lightens and my tummy jumps with pleasure. Between his words and his hand, he’s making me feel incredible. I smile with my eyes closed. “I like being here,” I tell him.
He pushes his finger deeper into me, and I shift my hips instinctively. “I also like being inside you,” he murmurs, unleashing a swarm of butterflies in my tummy.
I’m a little shyer admitting this one, but I do. “I like you being inside me, too.”
He kisses me again before humming against my mouth, “Good.”
My heart is already racing before my mind reads into why he’s saying this, then he speaks again and my attention snaps back to him.
“You know what I don’t like?”
I shake my head.
He smirks, shifting his gaze to the button-down pajama top I’m still wearing. “You wearing clothes in my goddamn bed.”
Before I can offer to remedy the situation, he withdraws his finger from my pussy and starts unbuttoning each button. It’s a silky pink top with black piping and black buttons. It has matching shorts, but he clearly pulled those off along with my panties while I was asleep.
The cool air hits my exposed breasts when he undoes the last button and pushes my shirt open. I shiver at the change in temperature, but the chill doesn’t last long.
Killian lowers his mouth and kisses my breasts softly, like he’s worshiping them. It feels so good, I can’t keep my eyes open, so I let them close as I slide my fingers back into this dark hair.
His hot tongue shoots out and he drags it over my nipple, causing it to harden instantaneously. Once it’s beaded, he runs his thumb over it and I feel a thrill in my pussy.
Seeing I like that, he does it again, then again. He’s a little rougher the fourth time, and by the fifth time, I can’t keep from writhing on the bed, arching closer to his touch.
He does the same thing to the other breast, but that time, as he’s kissing and teasing my nipple, he slides his hand back between my legs.
Oh god.
He slides his finger into me, and I spread my legs a bit more.
“Killian,” I moan, my voice cracking with need.
“You like that, songbird?”
“Yes,” I breathe, my voice barely audible.
He chuckles, and the sound sends shivers down my spine. “Then you’re going to love what I do next.”
My heart skips a beat as he pulls his finger out of me and shifts positions. I’m unsure what he’s going to do, but then I hear him rip open a packet and my stomach does a somersault.
Is that…?
A burst of panic rises inside me when he sits up and rolls the condom over his dick.
“Wait,” I say uncertainly, propping myself up on my elbows.
His gaze flickers to me, but he finishes putting the condom on and climbs between my legs, anyway.
My heart drops and I start to scramble away. “Killian, wait,” I say again. I know he heard me, but he’s not even pausing, let alone stopping.
I try to scoot away from him across the bed, but I don’t make it far. He grabs me and pushes me down, making my heart leap as he climbs between my legs.
“Killian,” I say, my voice shaking uncertainly.
“I won’t hurt you,” he says. “Not more than I have to, anyway.”
What does that even mean?
It’s not like I haven’t thought about it being him, but this is happening too fast, and he’s not making me feel like I have a choice. He came home at god knows what time and decided he was going to fuck me, because he also didn’t have to reach into his bedside drawer for a condom. He already had one when I woke up.
The panic is clearing away the fogginess from the desire, but just as it’s starting to get harder to breathe and I’m pre-panicking about how awkward it’s going to be after I have an actual panic attack in bed, Killian speaks, and the rough vulnerability in his voice stops every thought racing through my head.
“I need you right now, Brynn.”
I look up at him, eyes wide, heart heavy, but the panic subsides like storm clouds clearing on a suddenly sunny day.
A moment ago, I panicked over him wanting to move faster than I’m ready to, but he used the magic word.
He needs me.
I lick my lips uncertainly, but then I look up into the handsome face of the guy I’ve spent the past several nights in bed with. He has been great, and we like each other, and the only thing I said I was waiting for was something special.
Maybe this is special enough.
Looking into his eyes now, I can see that vulnerability. I don’t think I’ve seen it before, but I can’t… I can’t say no.
It was probably going to be him, anyway, so does it really matter if it’s a little sooner than I expected?