Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 142833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Her green eyes lock onto mine and I can see that I'm wrong. "Wanna bet?"
Holding her gaze, I yank off my worn t-shirt and toss it to the floor, watching how her eyes take in my bare chest and then drift hungrily to my abs. I want her to run. I want her to stay.
"Well, here I am. Show me."
I know every single one of Kenzi's expressions for every feeling she has ever felt. But I've never seen this look of sheer smoldering desire on her face before. Her eyes stay on mine as she steps towards me with zero hesitation, zero doubt. She completely owns her determination to do exactly what I asked - show me.
The space between us disappears quickly, and she backs me up against the adjacent wall, her hands coming up to hold my face as she goes up on her toes to kiss my lips.
"You," she says softly. "You are what I've always wanted. And yes - way before I even knew what that meant. But I know what it means now."
She lowers her head and kisses my bare chest, right above the tattoo of her words, her lips soft, wet, and warm.
"I want all of you," she continues as her lips move across my flesh. "Your love, your body. Your past, your present, your future. Everything."
I can barely breathe as her mouth and hands trail down my chest to my stomach, and I lean back against the wall with my heart drumming loud and fast. My little Kenzi is fading away into the background. This woman in front of me has stepped into her place, saying all the words I need and want to hear, touching me in all the right ways, turning me on, making me fall harder. Blinking, I almost believe she'll disappear and this will turn out to be just a fucked up hallucination, but she's still here, now kneeling down in front of me with her hands on my thighs.
When her lips press against the front of my jeans, directly over my cock, I suck in a breath and my hand drifts to her head, gripping her hair.
"Kenzi..." I whisper raggedly, staring down at her. I don't know what she's done to me, but I'm powerless to do anything but just let her do whatever she wants. She plants small, quick kisses along the length of my cock, and almost makes me explode when she gently bites the head, her teeth grazing over the material of my jeans.
Yanking her up by her hair, I cover her mouth with mine, my chest heaving against hers as my hands slide down her back to cup her ass cheeks, grinding my cock against her.
"You're playing with fire," I rasp out.
"I don't care."
"Make me stop, Kenz. Please..." I beg, knowing I'll never let her go if she doesn't stop this. She's got me too far gone to turn back and her new level of sensual confidence is throwing up way too many green lights.
"No." She says simply, wrapping her arms around me, kissing me just as hungrily as I'm kissing her.
"Push me away."
"Never." She whispers, pulling me even closer.
"What's gotten into you today?" I demand, moving my lips down to suck her neck.
"I don't know..." she breathes, tilting her head back, letting me suck the delicate flesh of her throat. "Being so close to you all day...touching you...I don't want to stop."
"Then we're not stopping 'til we've had every fuckin' inch of each other," I move my lips back up to hers and stare down into her eyes. "Once we start this, we can't go back, Kenzi."
She gulps, a hint of nervousness finally showing, and then she nods.
"I know, Tor. This is what I want." Taking a small step backwards, she pulls off her shirt and drops it onto the floor, mimicking my dare.
"I want you to touch me." She says, and suddenly it's Christmas in August as I'm staring down at cleavage for days surrounded by thin, teasing black lace that I want to chew through to get to her. The power keeps shifting between us and now it's my turn to be knocked back into shyness. I feel like I'm fifteen again, awestruck by how beautiful and perfect she is, afraid to touch her or speak for fear of scaring her away.
I don't let that kid in me resurface for long, though. He's got no right to be here anymore and I'm not letting him ruin this moment for me.
"Oh, I'm going to touch you," I reply, palming her full breasts and rubbing my thumbs over her nipples peeking through the lace as her lips part in an excited, sultry sigh.
Bending down, I kiss her and walk her down the hallway to my bedroom, not breaking the kiss or taking my hands off her for a second. After kicking the door closed behind me, I push her onto the bed and crawl on top of her, hovering over her, reading her face. I need to know she's ready for this or I'll never be able to live with myself.