Total pages in book: 190
Estimated words: 185785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 185785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
47
Violet
I need to swallow, but holy crap – I can’t. Because my throat is like a desert right now. Why is that so sexy? He looks angry. Why am I turned on if he looks angry? He looks like he wants to devour me. And I’ve never been more aroused.
If this were Ray acting like this, I’d be shaking, cowering. I’m not afraid, though.
I stand, like a deer caught in headlights for a second before I manage, “That was blunt.”
“And with that said, are you still not sure how to feel?” he asks, voice gentler. A lot gentler. His eyes haven’t lost their edge though.
I swallow hard. “I think I know how I’m feeling.”
He says nothing for a minute, neither do I.
Finally, he asks “And?” Now he looks like his patience is hanging on by a thread. Half a thread.
“And I think I’m frozen in shock. I’ve got a few weeks of holding back emotion too. With you… with all this crazy stuff happening and you’ve made me feel… well… let’s just say I’ve been holding back hard. I’ve been so afraid to let myself really feel what I’m feeling; I’m not sure I know how to let go of that.”
“Two weeks?” he bites off, “Try three years.”
“Huh?”
He crawls down to the bottom of the bed and stays on his knees, facing me. Close. Not more than a few inches between us.
And I feel a magnetic pull. I sway.
“Wanted you from that first night, three years ago.”
I flinch.
“Saw you on that dance floor, Violet. I probably saw you first, before he did, and something hit me right in the fucking chest.”
I draw in a sharp breath. “You left.”
“I left.”
“Why?”
Now, he flinches. His face… it looks like he’s in physical pain and this leaves my chest feeling hollow.
“Do you want me too, Violet?” he asks.
Emotion overpowers me to the point I feel my knees buckle as I nod, and then I’m practically floating through the air as he lifts me up and puts me on my back on his bed.
And then he is on me. His lips crash into mine and it’s the most beautiful collision I can imagine.
In his big, warm bed. Under the heat of him.
“Violet,” he rasps.
I swallow, overwhelmed at how right this feels, how beautiful. My fingers weave into his hair at both sides of his head; my whole body is out in goosebumps.
“To get this on the table right here, right now,” he adds, “I don’t just want you for tonight.” He speaks directly against my parted lips. My chest rises and falls rapidly. “I mean going forward.”
“That’s… fast,” I say, “I just got single and it’s probably not a good idea to-”
“You’ve been outta love for a year. Seems to me you’ve been single long enough.”
He kind of has a point.
“But I don’t want you to be a rebound, and –”
“Calling me a rebound suggests I’m not light years ahead of him in terms of appeal and baby, I’m kinda insulted.”
I laugh. “When you put it that way…”
I’m about to say something else, but then his lips are on mine. He kisses with hunger. He tastes me like he has been waiting three years for this moment, me under him, in his bed.
I soak it all in as he expertly ravishes my mouth, sounds coming from him that are so sexy I want to tattoo everything about this moment on my brain.
This feels important. This feels like a beginning. It feels like I’ve been waiting a lot longer than two weeks for it, too.
My nightgown gets unceremoniously whipped over my head and he reaches down to my hip and finding no panties to yank off, he makes a sound that I think equals approval. His fingertips slide between my thighs and he finds me ready. Very.
His fingers drive in without hesitation and then slowly, he pulls them back, and glides them up to my clit. He lifts up a little and stares at me down there, then puts pressure before his fingers do a little twirl.
God, that feels good. But I feel so exposed; his lamp is still on. And he’s watching what he’s doing, paying such close attention.
“Killian,” I whisper, and then our eyes meet. Lock. For moments, years – I have no clue.
“Fuck, Violet.” His mouth moves across my face, down my jaw, then he nibbles on my throat, making my back arch as he works his lips down to my breasts, not letting up with that delicious finger twirling while he dots kisses across me and takes little nips at my skin on the way.
He finds his way to my breasts and as his mouth closes over a nipple he takes a pull on it. The pulling sensation feels amazing. Awareness blooms – he’s erect; I feel that pressing promisingly against my leg.