The Forbidden (Bluegrass Empires #2) Read Online Sawyer Bennett

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Taboo Tags Authors: Series: Bluegrass Empires Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
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I roll my eyes. “Get over yourself, Gabe. I’m perfectly fine and would like to resume what we were doing.”

He ignores me. “Because if you’re having feelings you want to talk about—”

“I want to have sex, Gabe. If you think I’m worried about having my heart broken again, you can rest assured, that’s not a worry at all because that would be an impossible task. Now… do you want to kiss me or do you want me to go back to my room?”

Gabe stares at me a long, hard moment and I think he might just kick me out of his bed, but then his lips arc into a sly smile. “I’d much rather have sex than talk feelings.”

“Then let’s get on with it,” I say tartly.

He chuckles as he bends down to kiss me again, his humor vibrating through me. I’m smiling as I accept his tongue into my mouth, my fingers sliding into his soft hair.

Once again, his hands are all over me and I react no differently from how I did when we were together in college.

Swiftly, achingly. “More,” I demand in between hot kisses and urgent strokes over my breasts, between my legs.

Gabe is so masterful in his ministrations, and I’m so keenly attuned to every touch and whisper that within a matter of moments, I’m a writhing mess of need. His hand between my legs explores, his fingers probing and finding me wet and ready for him. I’d gladly take a quick, hard tumble with the man and I’m not above begging to get what I want.

I leave the words though and try with actions, spreading my legs farther and using my hands at his back to urge him onto me. Gabe doesn’t move, holding rock solid above me as he kisses and touches. With my hand, I palm the swell of his erection and although he groans and bucks, he doesn’t do more than that.

Instead, he squeezes my breast, plucks at my nipple, making them feel heavy with need. But he abandons my breasts to stroke over my stomach, then back down between my legs, right over my clit until my hips buck and the words I thought I could keep at bay tumble out. “Please, Gabe. For the love of your fine bourbon, will you just fuck me.”

“That’s my Kat.” He laughs huskily. “Always so demanding.”

I want to say not your Kat, but a spasm knocks the words back down my throat as the pad of his finger rubs along my sex before sinking deep into me. I groan, my back arching and my eyes squeezing tight to shut out all other distractions. I just want to feel.

“Oh, Kat,” Gabe murmurs, his lips at my throat. “I’ve hardly touched you and you’re so wet for me.”

Damn him to hell, but his words are as much a turn-on as anything. His foreplay masterful, my hips rotate as if they have a mind of their own. It embarrasses me how well he can play my body, and I can’t help but try to put him in his place. “I was thinking about someone else,” I grit out.

He doesn’t reply but I feel that finger moving in and out of me. My eyes open with curiosity and I find Gabe has angled his body, head bent so he can watch his movements, as if utterly fascinated by something he’s never seen. My own gaze travels down my body and I’m enthralled by his big hand moving so assuredly against me. I’m beyond turned on that Gabe seems transfixed by it and a rush of wetness betrays my attempt to be aloof in all of this.

Gabe doesn’t look at me but says offhandedly, “Yeah… don’t buy you’re thinking of anyone else but me and my fingers right now.”

I grit my teeth, prepared to blast him, but a slick finger circles my clit and it feels so damn good, I cry out. A pleasured exclamation that has Gabe chuckling at his effect on me.

His touch burns in all the right ways, heat sizzling and sparking. A rushing tide of pleasure starts cresting within me and I’m so close but then his hand is gone.

My head jerks upward and I glare at him, but his mouth is there to kiss away my frustration. “Relax,” he murmurs against my lips. “While I’d love to just play with you all night, I really need to be inside you.”

I sigh into the kiss, grateful he won’t make me wait. While I know that Gabe is very skilled at foreplay and can drag it out, making me peak several times before he’d even think about slaking his own needs, I find that eight years away from this man has created an insane quest for immediate gratification. It’s almost as if I need him to knock the edge off so I can have some semblance of myself again.



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