Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Chuckling, I shake my head at her. “Says the woman who only wants a casual relationship because she got burned by an asshole husband.”
I expect her to deny that but instead, she pins me with a solemn look. “One could hardly blame me.”
Her words sting a little because while she’s opened herself up to me far more than I thought her capable, it’s a reminder that she’s not seeking a long-term commitment. Willa is a day-to-day type of woman right now.
That’s a problem because I’m already looking down the road. How can we be successful when our individual attentions are focused on two different things?
CHAPTER 18
Willa
I’m tipsy from the champagne. King and I weren’t expecting to attend an impromptu wedding, but we went with the flow and both of us imbibed a little too much, prompting an Uber ride from Brienne’s house to his condo.
There’s no hesitation from either of us, both fully understanding we’re going to have sex before we go to bed. It’s the time of the evening I was most looking forward to because when I’m with King intimately, it’s when I feel the closest to him.
When I’m most sure of things.
In the elevator, he pins me against the wall and places soft, tingly kisses down my neck. When I try to squirm away because they tickle, his hand wraps in my hair and he tugs my head to expose my throat. He grazes his teeth down to my collarbone and I’m consumed by a full-body shudder.
“I want you so much,” I whisper, my hands pressing into his chest and wondering if sex in an elevator is as erotic as it sounds.
His eyes, dark with desire, meet mine as he breathes heavily against my skin. But the ding of arrival to his floor breaks us apart, and with a sigh, he grabs my hand and leads me quickly down the hallway.
Inside his condo, he pulls me in tight, lips claiming mine in a fierce kiss of longing and need. I cling to him, the heat of his body searing through me and then he’s lifting me up. My legs wrap around his waist, thanks to the swishy skirt of my dress, our mouths fused as he navigates us back to his bedroom and then we’re on the bed. Our hands make short work of clothes before we’re gloriously free and naked.
As we lie there, skin to skin, tongues tangled and hearts racing, the evening before this moment fades away, leaving only the intensity of the connection between us. Just as I knew would happen here in the sanctity of his bedroom.
King’s hands trace the lines of my body, sending shivers down my spine. I can feel his breath on my neck, a warm sensation that ignites a fire inside me. “Oh, the dirty things I’m going to do to you tonight, baby,” he murmurs and I nearly combust.
“I’ll be compelled,” I gasp as his hand covers my breast, “to do the same back to you.”
King chuckles at my promise and with each touch, each whispered word, we become more entwined. His touch is like an electric charge coursing through my veins, awakening every nerve ending and igniting an insatiable hunger I’ve never felt for any man.
And he’s the only one who can feed it.
Fingers glide down my back, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. I arch into his touch, my body begging for more. King’s lips nibble down my neck, scoring me with a prickle of fire. I moan, the sound echoing in the quiet night.
I run my fingers through his hair, feeling the silken strands slide between my fingers and when his mouth closes over my nipple, I hold him tight to me. “King,” I whisper. “I need…”
My words drift away like smoke on the breeze as his hand goes between my legs. “What do you need?” he asks gruffly.
“More,” I whine, my hips rotating in silent demand.
And then he’s over me, condom on, spreading my legs, inside me. The pressure is unbearably good and I groan at his invasion. King’s eyes lock with mine, filled with what I can only read as thick desire and tender vulnerability. He moves slowly, but with a deliberate purpose. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through me, and I arch my back to meet his every stroke.
Our bodies sync in a rhythm that is both familiar and electrifying. It’s just us, lost in the intensity of our connection. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me, craving the intimacy that only he can give. Our eyes never leave each other’s as we move together, lost in the moment where only the two of us reside.
The passion between us builds, our breathing becoming heavier with each passing second. I’m drowning in the intensity of the moment and yet, I don’t want to be saved. I want to let go and sink all the way into him.