Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 14098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
“Are you bloody trying to kill me?” His voice sounds rough with need.
That excites me even more.
“Is one kiss asking so much?” I clasp his T-shirt in my fists and tilt my face under his.
He hesitates for a long moment, his eyes searching mine, nostrils flaring, jaw rigid.
“Kayla,” he growls. “Goddamn it…”
Just when I’m sure he’s going to walk away, Oliver grabs me by the nape, holding me immobile. His breathing turns hard and rough. I tremble. He’s wrestling with himself. My heart revs. What is he thinking? Is there any chance he’ll kiss me?
Suddenly, he jerks me against his body and seizes my lips.
His tongue invades, sliding against mine until I tingle, caressing until I moan. He teases me. He possesses me. He inhales me with his hunger. And oh, my god, I kiss him back with everything I feel because he’s blowing my mind and igniting my body.
I feel utterly owned.
This is so much better than any lip-lock I’ve endured from the fumbling boys I’ve dated. This passion is everything I’ve wanted from Oliver.
He grips my waist, caresses his way down to the swells of my hips, then yanks me against him so he can knead the cheeks of my ass and notch his erection against my barely covered pussy. I cry out, but he swallows the sound with another ferocious kiss, nipping at my lips and sampling me with his tongue before delving back inside.
Helplessly, I throw my arms around his neck and drown in sensations. His free hand captures my breast again, squeezing and roughing my nipple. I swelter at the possessive feel of his touch.
Suddenly, he jerks away and steps back, panting raggedly. “Do you like kissing now?”
“When you do it, I love it,” I confess. “Will you do it again?”
He closes his eyes. “I shouldn’t.”
“But I want you to.”
“Kayla…no. This needs to stop now. Push me away.”
I don’t. I won’t. Instead, I ease closer, slide against him, and press my lips to his in invitation.
Oliver grabs me. He stiffens, breathing hard and fast.
And his resistance runs out.
With a groan, he takes my mouth again and reaches between us, cupping the swelling flesh between my legs. Through my thin underwear, he rubs me in beguiling circles. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
“It’s your fault,” I breathe as Oliver presses harder against my cunt.
“What the devil…” He frowns and pulls away.
Is something wrong with me? “What?”
Scowling, he grabs the waistband of my boy shorts, shoves them down to my thighs, and affixes his gaze there. His eyes bulge. My knees wobble. The air feels thick and heavy.
“You shave?” he croaks.
I tremble. “Yes.”
“If you’ve never had a lover, why?”
I once overheard him and Shane talking about women. Oliver said he preferred them bare. He’s still staring at my naked mound with a hungry gaze, looking as if he intends to eat me whole. More heat suffuses me, and the ache between my legs cranks up, tightening unmercifully.
The hand he stroked over my underwear clenches into a fist at his side. The lights of the bathroom are bright, and as I shift my weight from one leg to the other, I can feel how wet I am. There’s no way Oliver can’t see it.
“Do you like it?”
“Christ, you look so sweet,” he chokes out as he eases his fingers toward me, then softly caresses my bare flesh. “So wet. So smooth and pretty.”
I bite my lip—and decide to take a risk. If I want this to continue, I have to. “I did it for you.”
His gaze bounces up to mine. “Did you? Oh, love…”
Before I can answer, his fingers part my slick folds. He finds my clit. I jolt at the contact.
He rubs slowly. Under his sure touch, I feel as if I’m coming undone, unraveling from the inside out. Unconsciously, I spread my legs wider.
“Fuck.” He swallows and eases the tips of his fingers into my virginal opening. “I shouldn’t do this, but you feel so silky and hot and… I’ve had so many fantasies about touching you. How am I supposed to stay away?”
As soon as his words make it past the pleasure reeling through my brain, I gasp and grab on to his arms. “You’ve wanted me?”
As if speaking the question brings him back to his senses, he jerks away. “Why do you bloody think I’m leaving? Shane would’ve had my balls for desiring you this way.”
Oliver can’t leave because he worries what my brother might have thought. I refuse to let him.
I reach out and grab his erection through his jeans. He groans long and low, head tossed back like he’s in pain, but his expression fills with pleasure.
Oh, wow. His cock is so thick I can barely get my hand around it. And as I start to stroke him like some of my sorority sisters have dished about doing to their boyfriends, I can feel how long and strong he is.