Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
“I won’t. I’m as possessive as you, and I get all stabby and shit at the thought of someone else.”
“I love your violent brain.”
“Because you can tame it?”
“Because you let me inside it.”
“Well, you let me inside yours, too.”
“You happen to be my favorite little monster.”
“And you’re my favorite villain, baby.”
“Wake up, sleepyhead.”
I groan, burying my face deeper into Kayden’s neck. “Five more minutes.”
A soft chuckle rumbles through his chest, the sound floods my ears and ripples through me. “As much as I love watching your sleepy face, your cousin will be here any minute.”
I groan harder, tightening my arms around his shoulders. It’s not like I meant to take a nap or anything, but it’s the weekend, and I haven’t seen much of him this week because he’s been busy with work. And by "much," I mean I’ve only been seeing him in the evenings, which is far from enough in my book.
Anyway, he was sitting on the sofa, going through his tablet, and I kind of climbed into his lap like a koala, wrapping myself around him, my head resting on his shoulder. I’d meant to recharge for a bit—just a moment of peace—but then I fell asleep.
And he let me.
I love how he always lets me attach myself to him whenever and however I please. He doesn’t even flinch when I jump on him out of nowhere or hug him from behind while he’s doing the most mundane things. Or when I get on his lap when he’s working or something.
Truth be told, I know I’m a goddamn clingy pest sometimes, but he never complains.
If anything, he always gives me this little smile, like I’ve somehow made his day better. Sometimes, he’ll kiss me softly, stroke my hand, or ruffle my hair. It’s those small touches that make me come back for more, like a hopeless addict.
I still crave him in ways I can’t even explain, and I can’t seem to stop touching him—whether we’re alone or in public. I want to make up for all the time I couldn’t muster the courage to.
Lifting my head, I stare at him, my arms still framing either side of his neck. My fingers find their way to the back of his hair, stroking it lightly.
Goddamn. Why does he keep getting more beautiful? His sharp features and those piercing eyes that seem to see straight through my soul are a lethal combination.
His hand rubs slow circles on my back, and his lips tilt into that soft smile that could undo me on the spot. “There you are. Feeling better?”
“How do you always know when I’m feeling off?”
“Your eyes, baby.” He sets his table aside and cups my cheek. “They get a bit lifeless when something’s bothering you.”
I pout, my lower lip sticking out. “That’s because you haven’t been around enough.”
Before he can respond, Moka meows and jumps onto the sofa beside us. I reach out to scratch behind her ears, grinning. “See? My sidekick agrees with me.”
“I’ll rectify that.” His lips quirk, his hand sliding down to my ass giving it a firm squeeze. “Although, I wish I could charge you differently since you’re being so adorably clingy.”
“Mm.” I grind my ass back against his cock, deliberately slow. “You totally should.”
“We have guests coming over, remember?”
“I can kick Niko out,” I grumble. Honest to God, I don’t know why I agreed to this whole dinner thing in the first place.
Just kidding. I do know. I wanted to show off Kayden, and Niko wanted to show off his boyfriend.
“No, I want to meet your family one by one,” Kayden says, tightening his grip on my ass to make me stop moving. “That’s what I promised you, remember?”
“Fine, fine.” I roll my eyes. “Still don’t know how you managed to fascinate Mia and Maya the other day. They keep texting me to say hi to you.”
“I’m charming.”
“Pfft. I am charming. Not you.”
“I can be charming too.”
“I guess that’s true.” I press a quick kiss to his cheek, then pepper kisses along his jaw and mouth. “But you can only be charming with me, or I’ll cut someone.”
“There’s my little violent psycho.”
“Not my fault you’re kind of hot.”
“Kind of?”
“Really hot,” I admit with an exaggerated eye roll.
He chuckles, the sound wrapping around me like a peaceful cloud. God. I love his laughter, his smell, his voice, his face, his body, but mostly, I love his little gestures, how he knows things about me without me having to say anything, how he looks out after me, how he recognizes my uneven edges and smooths them with care.
I love him.
And I keep falling further in love every single day.
I’m about to get on my knees and drink his cum dry when the doorbell rings.
My groan of displeasure only makes him laugh harder as he gently pushes me off.