Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
“Kendall,” I growl, unable to move away. God help me, I need to, but it’s not happening, no matter what I tell my body. That scent hits me again, and I can feel my control wavering and crumbling. I imagine that scent spritzed across her bare skin. I imagine her bare little pussy smelling like it—so sweet, like fucking candy and lavender. And I’m so fucking hard, blood roaring in my ears.
“Marshall,” she tosses back, her voice breathy and trembling.
I need to move away. But I don’t. I can’t. I won’t.
And when I lose that battle, I only move closer. I breathe in her scent, I let the heat of her soft young body tease against me. I listen to the voice inside my head screaming how fucked up and wrong this is, and to walk the hell away right. Fucking. Now.
I listen to that voice, and then I turn it right off.
Kendall gasps, and when her tongue darts out to wet those glossy lips, I can feel the last of my restraint crumbling.
“You need to leave, Kendall,” I groan, my voice broken and haggard, my eyes hungry as they fucking devour her.
And slowly, she shakes her head, her eyes wide and locked on mine.
So fucking be it.
My hand slides from the door behind her to her jaw, and when I touch her soft, warm skin, she whimpers, panting as a flush creeps across her face. I move closer, our bodies pressing together. Every warning light in the world is going off. Every alarm is wailing. Every piece of me is telling me to stop and yelling in my ear about how wrong this is on every level.
…And I stop caring.
I cup her jaw possessively, I move in, and I hesitate for one final second to savor this moment. This calm before the storm. The teetering instant on the cliff’s edge before the fall. The pause before everything I know shatters.
My lips crush to hers, her moans rumble through my mouth, and I pin her to that door as I kiss her hard and deep.
Like she’s mine.
Chapter 4
Kendall
I moan as he kisses me, losing myself in it, and falling so willingly into him. And holy shit, it’s unlike any kiss I’ve ever dreamed about.
I’ve kissed boys before, but that’s it. Just kisses, and just boys. But this is no kiss, and Marshall is no boy.
…This is a man. A rough, dominate, knee-weakening, panty-melting man. A man taking what he wants, which in this case, is me.
I gasp as he slams me into the door, his body enveloping mine and his lips sear to mine. I’m panting into his mouth, our tongues sliding together, lips wet and hungry and eager. My hands grip at his shirt, holding him tight, feeling him press against me. And God, he’s hard. I can… fuck, I can feel him swelling against me. I whimper as I feel his cock press into my tummy, making my core turn to jelly as my pussy floods my panties with my arousal. He kisses me like he’s an animal, and I’m loving it.
Marshall growls, pulling away from my bruised, swollen lips and dropping his mouth to my neck. I cry out, shivering in ecstasy as his lips and tongue tease the sensitive skin there, making my whole body arch into him and ache for more. His hands slide over me, teasing over my hips, pushing my tank top up as his fingers tease across the bare skin of my midriff.
The room feels like it’s a million degrees, and I’m so hot, and breathing so fast it feels like I might explode. My hands wander over his arms, and I shiver at the feel of the coiled muscles rippling under his shirt. One hand slides to his chest, exploring how I’ve ached to explore for years, and I tremble at just how fucking hard his body is. He’s so big, and muscled, and strong, and I feel like he could pick me up with one hand and toss me around any way he chooses.
And I know all of this is so fucking wrong, but I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop, but I’m pretty sure I couldn’t even if I did. Not when he kisses me like this. Not when he puts his hands on me, and growls into my skin, and makes me feel like he wants to devour me whole.
Marshall’s hands slide to cup my ass, both pulling me against him and pressing me against the door at the same time. His powerful fingers dig into my skin, teasing the crease just below my ass as my tiny shorts ride up high. I gasp as his teeth rake over my neck, making me shiver and tremble and ache in ways I’ve never even imagined, even when I was imagining him. One of his hands slips up my back, pushing my tank top with it, the fingers bumping over each little ridge in my spine as my breath pants harder and my heart beats faster and faster.