Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95559 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95559 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
It takes very little time to walk from Saul’s place to ours, and my heart thumps out of my chest as Ky unlocks the door and opens it, letting me walk in first. I stand in the pitch-black hallway, my senses on high alert as the door shuts with a soft click. I know he won’t lock it because the others are still at the party, but neither of us moves to one of the rooms. Instead, we stand there, our breathing labored. A few seconds feel like a lifetime in this small, enclosed space. I’m about to say something to break the spell we both seem to be in when I feel him move closer. His hand settles on my waist and the other on my neck as he walks me backward until I feel the wall behind me. There are no words exchanged and no acknowledgment given until I feel his lips press against mine. They’re tentative for only a second until urgency takes over.
Kyler's mouth brushes against mine before his tongue seeks entry, and I readily give it to him. I’ve thought about this moment for a long time, wondering if it would be a replay of our first kiss. Whereas one was an assault, a fight for dominance, this one is not. It’s an outpouring of unsaid feelings. It’s him telling me he wants this as much as I do. It’s him marking himself on me with a combination of tenderness and rawness. There’s a possessiveness in the way he takes control of my mouth, how he presses me against the wall, his body leaning into mine. There’s a sound of desperate need in the way he groans into my mouth, awakening every nerve in my body.
Kyler rips his mouth away from mine suddenly, the need for air taking over and our chests heave together. The reprieve doesn’t last for more than a few seconds before Ky moves in again, this time my neck getting his full attention as he nips and kisses his way down to my shoulder, moving the strap of my top to one side. I bring my hands up and bury them in his hair, hoping to take back some control as I guide him back to my mouth. This time, I attack him with kisses and wanton desire, and I push against him and away from the wall. Our kiss turns into a war for dominance and control. As if tiring from the push and pull, Kyler picks me up with ease, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. The new position shifts the focus to me as I lock onto his body.
Without hesitation, Ky turns around and walks toward the steps. How he manages it in the dark, with his focus solely on me, is impressive. But, he knows his limits, and instead of attempting the climb up to his room, he sets me down on the stairs, and I lie back as he takes a few minutes to catch his breath. In doing so, his eyes rove all over my body. I follow their slow descent from my eyes to my lips, my neck to my chest. He takes his time—time we likely don’t have given the others will be back soon—but I don’t hurry him. Instead, I savor the attention he lavishes on me as if he’s committing every inch to memory. Finally, he brings his eyes back to mine, and they are a black pool of desire; just a sliver of the meadow-green I love so much visible. I see the resolve in them just before he leans in again and takes my mouth with his.
We kiss and kiss as we lose track of time. Ky moves down my neck again, only this time he moves the strap of my top, so it falls off my shoulder. It doesn’t give him the access I need, so I sit up and remove it altogether, leaving me only in my lilac bra. Earlier, I dressed with purpose and give a silent thanks I had the foresight to pick a bra with a front opening. Ky nudges me, so I’m lying back down on the stairs and moves his mouth until he’s sucking my breast through the lace. He bites and teases me, and I arch my back instinctively to give him more access. He rewards me by moving to the other one and pays the same lavish attention to it, all while I’m losing my mind at every touch he makes.
Returning the attention, I move my hand down his body, reaching for the prominent bulge in his pants. He bucks suddenly as my hand makes contact over the thick material of his jeans.
“Fuck, Thea,” he hisses as he buries his head into my neck as he tries to gain control but loses the battle when I start stroking him with purpose.