Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“That’s a fight I’ve lost.”
Thank God.
We made it back to our bungalow with minimal damage. I had some scrapes from when he’d pressed me up against a rock, and he had… Well, I’d embedded my nails into his shoulders at some point. No fucks given. We aimed for the big shower in the bathroom, where we threw our clothes on the floor. My briefs came off with a wet splat.
He turned on the water and pulled me in with him, and I pushed down his boxer briefs.
After a messy, heated kiss, I dropped to my knees and peered up at him. The intense hunger in his eyes became the headiest drug I’d ever taken. I stroked him firmly and maintained eye contact as I sucked him into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he whispered. He pushed his fingers into my hair and let one hand fall to my cheek. “That mouth—Jesus fuck.”
The hot water rained down on us, and I used it. I gathered every drop that hit his cock until my mouth was full. And I savored every unfiltered reaction he gave me, like when his breathing hitched, or when he couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore. He groaned and fisted my hair with one hand, but he seemed reluctant to stop touching my cheek.
“My God,” he rasped. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Eventually, I swallowed the hot water in my mouth and breathed through my nose before I took him down my throat too. He let out a growl and slammed a hand against the tiles.
“I’m gonna come, boy.”
He let go a beat later and flooded my mouth with his come while his broken groans bounced off the walls.
I didn’t even wanna blink. This was finally happening, and I could see him. We weren’t in a dark room. He knew who I was. He knew who’d just sucked the come from his cock. And I didn’t wanna miss a single second.
Chapter 16
I didn’t know where his strong urge to speed things up came from—it was kind of unlike him in general to rush anything—but I welcomed it. He kissed the daylights out of me and soaped me up, soaped us both up, before he moved us under the water again to rinse off. Then when he declared us done, he turned off the water and ushered me out of the shower, not even pausing to grab towels.
“I know I should apologize for essentially mauling you, but I can’t,” he said. “You caused this crash, Kellan. I’ve completely lost it.”
“Is that supposed to scare me?” I asked. Hell, I was feeling the same urgency. “I’m more scared of the AC that’s currently turning my nipples into glass.”
That was legit.
He ignored my attempt to keep things light and pointed toward our luggage. “I hope you brought something we can use. Get it, please.”
Yes, sir!
I was prepared with the good stuff. The natural, organic, edible stuff. And, sadly, rubbers. Just in case. I’d leave that up to him.
While I fetched what we needed from my toiletry kit, he yanked off a bedspread and folded down the duvet. Lastly, he dimmed the light just right.
He was a man on a mission. He lay down on his side, stark naked and wet, and waited impatiently for me.
“I’ve fought this, you know,” he said. “I’ve…” He released a breath, visibly frustrated, and shook his head. “I don’t know when I can talk about it. I have a list of things I want to do to you before I can even begin to try to think coherently.”
Welp.
I walked over to the bed and left the stuff on the nightstand, then climbed over him to lie down in the middle of the bed. “We don’t have to talk yet.”
“If we do, it’ll be about punishments.” He shifted closer and scooted down a bit. “Admit you’ve taunted me.”
A rush of adrenaline coursed through my bloodstream at those words. “I’ve…made myself available.”
“You’ve fucked with my head.” His voice came out low and almost growl-like. He was being serious. “This perfect, perfect body…” He leaned down and kissed my stomach, causing me to clench. “And your beautiful mind. Your wicked fucking schemes…”
I gasped as he grabbed my hip and tipped my lower body toward his face, and then he started leaving a trail of openmouthed kisses along my abs.
“It’s not wicked to flirt,” I insisted.
“It’s wicked to rob me of my footing.” He shifted his hand to my ass and pulled me to him, effectively burying his face against my lower abdomen. “To crack me open and force me to realize things I wasn’t ready to deal with.”
Fuck me sideways.
“Hand me the lotion,” he demanded.
My arm flung out on reflex, and I scrambled to reach the oil.
His mouth was so close to my cock, and his beard scratched the sensitive skin where my thigh ended. Giving oral was the one thing he hadn’t initiated in the dark with a stranger.