Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“It doesn’t matter,” he says after a pause, a balm over my rising anxiety. “You don’t have to be ashamed.”
“You really don’t mind?”
He reaches over and cradles my cheek, turning me to face him. I wonder if his touch will ever stop provoking this reaction in me, the soothing signals, the feeling everything will be okay.
“I don’t mind at all,” he says, but there’s still that pissed undertone in his voice. “You don’t have to be ashamed. Ever.”
“Thank you,” I whisper.
I just wish his expression told the same story. He looks even more intense.
“That guy is really lucky he’s in jail,” Kayden snarls.
We sit like this for a time, his hand on my cheek, my hand pressed atop his to steal more heat, but his face is difficult to read. Maybe that’s why I want to get out of here, using Dad as an excuse.
“I promised Dad I wouldn’t be late,” I say.
“I understand,” he replies, his voice tight. “I won’t keep you.”
He leans in, kisses me with surprising gentleness, even as I long for the hunger.
“We can take things slower now,” he goes on. “Have you got any free slots tomorrow? I still want this tattoo, and I can’t think of anybody better for the job.”
I flush with the compliment.
“Yeah, I do.”
“Good.” He smirks. “I won’t stand you up this time. I promise.”
He’s saying all the right things, but there’s still that seriousness.
Once I’ve left his car, I wonder if he was telling the truth. If he really doesn’t care I’m a virgin.
Or if it’s turned him off big time.
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
Kayden
As I wait outside Luna’s studio, the day after she revealed her truth, I’m burning up inside. There’s a wildfire that won’t quit.
It took everything I had not to unleash myself on her the second she said the word virgin. I had to withdraw just to keep myself at bay, to stop my obsessive instincts from taking over. Even now, I have to sit upright, hands on my knees, drawing slow breaths to prepare for seeing her again.
Virgin…
No other man will ever touch her. No other man will ever taste her. She’ll belong to me, always, for the rest of our lives.
That guy is really, really, really goddamn lucky he’s in jail. I’d tear him to pieces if I ever ran into him. So maybe I’m lucky, too. If I did that, I wouldn’t be able to support my woman. I wouldn’t be able to be here for her.
When the door to Luna’s office opens, I almost snap again, taking in the gorgeous sight of my virgin. She’s wearing a checkered shirt with the sleeves rolled up, her hair tied up in a messy bun, that captivating flush in her cheeks.
I have to remind myself we’re in public, that the receptionist might think it’s strange if I sprinted across the room and crushed Luna in a mauling kiss, claiming her with this fresh fire.
“I’m ready for you now, Kayden,” she says.
As I stand, I wonder what sort of vibes I’m giving off. She tilts her head at me as if unsure, as if she can tell I’m going to snap. I need to cool it. I don’t want her thinking I view her virginity as a bad thing. If I explain why it’s the best thing, I’ll end up revealing too much.
She returns to the studio, and I follow her in, closing the door. Then I can’t take it anymore. I rush across the room, wrap my arms around her, and pull her close. She laughs in shock as I lean down and crush her lips with mine, even if I promised we would take it slower.
My hands slide automatically down to her hips, squeezing her thick beauty, indulging as I drive my hips forward, letting her feel the tension in my groin. The rock-solid urgency of my lust.
She places her hand on my chest and pushes lightly. It takes everything I have to move away.
“Sorry,” she whispers.
“You don’t have to apologize,” I reply. “I’m the one forgetting where I am. We’re here to work, not to…”
I can’t even say it. If I give voice to what I want to do to her, I’ll snap like I did at her place. I can’t forget how sweet her sex looked, soaked for me, her thighs glistening. I can’t forget the taste of her.
“If you want to remove your shirt…”
I smirk. “Gladly.”
She rolls her eyes, her lips spreading into a wide smile. Despite the undercurrent of tension, nothing can kill our ability to smile together.
I pull my T-shirt over my head and hang it over a chair. She bites down, her eyes flitting over me. I can read the lust in her, sense it. Suddenly, we’re kissing again, her hands trailing over my back, her nails dragging across my skin.
My body responds immediately. My hands go to her juicy, perfect, thick ass, massaging her cheeks as the lust inflames me, my cock getting even harder, precome leaking from my bulging end.