Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“Oh God, yes! Fuck me! Just. Like. That.”
He flashes a satisfied smile and gives the other nipple the same attention, hips still moving in deep, continuous strokes.
“More of that.”
He sits up, and I moan without the warmth and weight of his body against me. Mark leans forward and presses his forehead against mine, hiking one of my legs over his hip to drive deeper until he’s fucking every part of me.
The sounds that erupt out of me are wild, almost feral. An incoherent bundle of sounds that I can’t distinguish between pleasure and pain. They’re guttural, in the name of pleasure-seeking, and I feel so good that I’m not even self-conscious about the noise.
Deeper and deeper he strokes. His mouth catches mine in a clumsy, hungry kiss that consumes me until I think I might disappear.
“God, Mark. I’m coming!”
He grunts and pulls back to stare down at me.
“I can feel it. Let it go, Kenna,” he says and keeps up the rhythm. “I’ve got you.”
Hot pleasure swarms my whole body, leaving me shaking, almost vibrating with the intensity of my orgasm, all while his dark gaze eats me up. Long seconds pass, and he never looks away, watching pleasure seep out of my veins before his own springs forth in a fiery volcanic eruption.
“Fuck, Kenna, oh fuck.” His body jerks and tenses before the weight of him is on top of me once again.
“Fuck. Me,” I say on a long breath.
He laughs, and the deep sound of his chest against mine vibrates us both and sends aftershocks through me.
“I think I just did, Princess,” he says and takes my lips in another hot kiss that cranks my desire up to one thousand. Again. He growls at the feel of me pulsing around him, the slickness of moisture flooding between us.
“Again?”
“Again,” I whisper as my heart clenches at being with him like this. “Again, please.”
He puts his lips to mine again and, with a wicked smile, gives me what I want, what I need until we’re both too tired to do anything but fall asleep, his body wrapped completely around mine.
I’m not sure how much time goes by before I wake up. The hardness and heat of Mark’s body presses against my back so delicious I don’t want to move.
I have to.
I need to.
My body is already coming to life again at his nearness, and when I look over my shoulder at him, I know the truth. It’s too late. I’m no longer still falling, but I have fallen.
Deeply.
Streaks of the morning sun spill through the heavy curtains, and I spare a moment to wonder if I should call home, let someone know where I am. No one cares, I remind myself. But then I remember Kelsey, and I send her a quick text.
I’m with Mark. Safe. Love you.
Her message comes back quickly. Have fun and be safe. Another message follows. I told you so.
I roll my eyes just as Mark stirs behind me. “Telling all your friends that I knocked you out?”
I laugh. “I don’t kiss and tell,” I answer and turn to face him and press a kiss to the center of his chest and down his abs.
“But do you blow and tell?”
I giggle at his words and look up at him, his cock just inches from my breasts.
“Let’s find out, shall we?”
I grip his cock and give it a few good tugs, smiling as his eyes roll back in his head. My tongue flicks over the delicious slit in his thick cock.
The distinct sound of a phone ringing and vibrating sounds right beside him and Mark growls. “Hold that thought. Yeah?”
I watch his expression go from lazy and sleepy to alert in a heartbeat. It’s fascinating to witness a man, a soldier, go from soft to hard and ready for battle so quickly. It’s a major turn-on, even though I know his facial expressions mean our lazy morning in bed is effectively over.
“All right. I’m on my way.” Mark ends the call and tosses the phone on the bed.
“Tell me.”
“They found Nico. I gotta go.”
My shoulders sag in disappointment, but finding Nico is a good thing.
“I’ll be dressed in five.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Ace
My brows dip in confusion at her words. Does she really think I’d just kick her out like that? “You don’t have to go. Stay. Just don’t answer the door unless it’s Kelsey or Coop.”
Kenna looks up at me, her confusion turning to anger. “I’m not going home, Mark. I’m going with you to question Nico.”
“The hell you are.”
She smiles sweetly up at me, and I brace myself for the argument on her lips.
“I am definitely going. The question is, how long are we going to argue about it before you give in?”
With that determined glint in her eyes, I know she’s right. I know it, but I don’t fucking like it. At all.