Made For You (Made For #2) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Made For Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
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“My mind is so blown right now,” he says, and I look over at him. “Like out of anything you could have said.” He shakes his head, looking back down at the sandwiches before walking past me. His hands grip my hips when he walks past me to the fridge, grabbing the cheese. “Nothing could have prepared me for that.”

“I figured you told me your biggest secret.” I put down the knife to look over at him. “You trusted me enough for that, so”—I shrug—“I trusted you with mine.” I lean my hip on the counter as I cross my legs at the ankle. “You are the first person I’ve ever told who doesn’t work for me.”

He smiles shyly, turning to look at me. “I promise to guard it with my life.” He holds up his fingers as if he’s giving me a Scout’s honor.

“I mean, if you’re promising.” I uncross my legs and take a step toward him, getting even closer to him. “I think we should seal it.”

“Really?” He doesn’t take a step to me to close the distance. Instead, he grabs my hips and pulls me to him. “Will sealing it with a kiss help?”

I wrap my arms around his neck. “I think we should at least try,” is the last thing I say before his hands slide from my hips to my back, moving to the back of my neck. His mouth closes in on mine, and there in the middle of his galley, he gives me the second-best kiss of my life.

CHAPTER 22

XAVIER

“I mean, if you’re promising.” She uncrosses her legs and stands, taking two steps closer to me. “I think we should seal it.”

“Really?” I smirk at her. All I need is to take two steps, and we’ll be chest to chest again. But instead, I reach out, grabbing her hips and pulling her to me. “Will sealing it with a kiss help?” I’ve been dying to kiss her again since I last kissed her five minutes ago. When Beatrice interrupted us, I almost groaned and called her a cockblocker. I could have spent the day outside on the sun pad kissing her, and it would have been one of the best days of my life.

She wraps her arms around my neck. “I think we should at least try.” I don’t even wait for her to say another word before my hands move from her hips to the back of her neck. My hand buries in her hair as my mouth crashes down on hers. Her mouth opens, and my tongue slides in with hers, my cock going rock hard in less than two seconds. Our tongues move around and around in a circle. At first, the kiss is soft, but after a couple of seconds, the neediness is apparent. Our tongues get rougher, our heads moving side to side. I wrap an arm around her waist, picking her up, her long legs wrapping around my waist as I carry us to the couch. I sit down with her on top of me, straddling. The minute she feels my cock, her hips move up and down. I’m the one who breaks the kiss because I can’t help but moan. I take a second to calm down, but the little daredevil moves from my lips to my neck, sucking in. My hands on her hips now have a mind of their own, and I slowly move them up to her tits. My thumb feels the skin on her underboob from that circle in her top.

“Xavier,” she whispers out my name, throwing her head back as her hips grind onto my cock. Her hair swings left and right against my legs, and I swear my cock feels like it’s suffocating.

“Yes,” I reply, my thumb playing with her hard nipples through her bikini. Her head comes forward, her forehead on mine. Her hips move a touch faster. Her eyes find mine as she opens her mouth to say something, but instead, I slide my tongue into her mouth. My fingers pinch her nipples as her hips move up and down on my covered cock. The heat from her pussy comes through her shorts and my shorts and boxers.

“I want.” She lets go of my lips, sitting up straight on my cock. I can’t help myself; I pull down her bikini top, and the nipple is right there calling me. My mouth sucks in her nipple as her hips press harder on my cock. I twirl my tongue around her nipple and then bite down just as she comes. “Oh my God,” she moans, her hips moving up and down as she rides out the orgasm. Her head falls down onto my neck. “Holy shit.” She hides her face. “Can a person die from embarrassment?” she mumbles, and I can’t help but laugh at her. “It’s not funny. I just had an orgasm from dry-humping your dick.” I wrap my arms around her waist.


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