Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
She gasped as Kennedy reached out, his fingers tangling roughly in her hair, tugging back so her face tilted up to his.
Then his mouth took hers.
17
Saturday, April 20
Kennedy’s kiss was hard and unapologetic. Kate could taste the frustration on his lips, feel it in the glorious tug of his hand in her hair.
It matched her own frustration—years’ worth—and she relished it.
Her hands found his lapel, fingers gripping hard as she opened her mouth to the rough demand of his. He went still, but only for a split second before he slid his free arm around her, pulling her much smaller frame against his. Kate gasped at the contact, and Kennedy took full advantage, his lips nudging hers apart to deepen the kiss.
Her tongue touched his tentatively, then more confidently as he let out a slight groan, pulling her closer.
Kate went to her toes, her arms winding around his neck as she gave in completely. Kennedy bent down to her height, his hands sliding around her hips to her butt, and lifted her. They tumbled to the small couch, Kennedy rolling her beneath him as he ran kisses over her throat and along her jaw before capturing her face once more.
Kate hovered somewhere between disbelief and joy that this was happening, that this man she’d needed for what felt like her entire life finally needed her back.
“This dress has been killing me all night,” he said, nuzzling her throat once more.
“I didn’t know you saw it,” she said, gasping as his hand slipped beneath her to palm the bare skin of her back.
“Oh, I saw,” he said, nibbling his way to her shoulder. “I saw every damn thing. Every time you laughed with him, with anyone. You never laugh that way with me.”
“You’re not that funny.”
He nipped her exposed shoulder, just hard enough to make her gasp out a laugh, and her fingers sank into his thick hair, pulling his mouth back to hers. Kennedy kissed her but kept his weight on his elbows, clearly trying not to crush her. But she wanted to be crushed. She wanted all of it.
Her hands slipped beneath his tux jacket, her fingers spreading wide against his warm, firm back as she tried to pull him down. More.
He let out a slight laugh. “Kate—”
Her hips tilted up to his, half-instinctive, half-intentional. He groaned, and she did it again, this time definitely intentional, rubbing against the unmistakable hardness.
“Jesus.” His mouth slammed down on hers again, and this time he gave himself all of the way over, his body hard and heavy on hers, his erection nudging at the V of her thighs.
Kate was hot everywhere, every effort to assuage the ache between her legs only causing a bigger ache. It didn’t help that Kennedy kept his hands firmly in gentleman’s territory, skimming over her hips, her waist, along her arms, but making no effort to untie the halter of her dress or sneak beneath her skirt.
Her eyes opened as he nuzzled her jawline, doubt creeping in. She was dying for him, and he seemed perfectly content in first-base territory.
She glanced down as she realized he’d stopped kissing her, and she saw him looking over the length of her body, his hand skimming along her waist.
“Kennedy?”
The look on his face eased her doubt slightly. It was tortured and needing and everything she was feeling.
He swallowed dryly. “We’ve got to stop. We’ve got to stop now, or I won’t stop at all, and you deserve better than to go from a first kiss to—”
She wrapped her fingers around his wrist and brought his hand to her breast, holding her breath in hopes he wouldn’t be disappointed. To say she was small was an understatement.
But Kennedy’s body tensed, and he squeezed his eyes shut. He moved his hand slightly, and they both groaned when his thumb rasped over her nipple, hard and yearning beneath the pink satin of her gown.
Kate had known her past sexual experiences were kind of meh, but the fact that Kennedy Dawson’s touch over her clothes made her hotter than anything she’d experienced in the past made her realize how much trouble she was really in.
He kissed her again, his hand palming over her, his fingers toying with the nipple of one breast before sliding over to tease the other, back and forth until she was thrashing on the couch, her dress inching ever higher on her thighs, Kennedy’s hand occasionally drifting down, closer and closer to bare skin—
“Jesus Christ!” The oath sounded a half second after the door burst open, slamming against the wall.
Kennedy sprang back, moving off her before Kate even realized they’d been interrupted.
“Dude, lock the door.”
Still dazed, Kate sat up partially, to glance toward the now-open doorway, then flopped back down again with a groan.
“Get out!” Kennedy snarled.
His youngest brother did the opposite, stepping all of the way into the room, but at least he closed the door.