Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 114775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Magnificent chest. Have you heard me?
You dislike him, remember, Daisy?
“I changed my mind,” he says. “There is something you can do for me.”
I frown. “What is it?”
“You can accept my fucking apology.”
I laugh.
I actually laugh.
His brows angrily crash together.
Still laughing, I say, “You really need to work on your apologies, Mr. Matis.”
That makes his frown deeper.
Tired of this conversation and him, I turn and start to leave, but he stops me—this time, with a hand on my wrist.
Surprised that he got across the kitchen that quickly, I spin back and find myself staring up into his livid black eyes.
“What are you doing?” I fire at him.
But it’s like he didn’t hear me. “What the fuck do you want from me?” he says low and seething.
Taken aback by his words, I say, “Nothing. I don’t want anything from you.” Then, just like the snap of fingers, I change my mind. “Actually, I do want something from you. I want you to stop yelling at me!” It’s funny I say that because I’m yelling at him right now. “I want you to stop being a wanker to me! I want you to stop running hot and cold with your moods! I want you to treat me like a human being—all the time and not just some of the time! I want—”
I don’t get to finish that sentence. My words are cut off by his mouth.
Because the bastard kisses me.
He actually plants his lips on mine and kisses me.
Twenty
He’s kissing me.
Holy shit. Kas is kissing me.
He’s kissing me!
It takes a fifth of a second for that shock to wear off. Then, the feel of his lips against mine registers, and all bets are off.
My free hand finds its way to his chest, fingers curling into his shirt. I part my lips on a soft moan. He takes advantage of that and slips his tongue into my mouth, kissing me deeper. And I give back as good as I get.
Kas backs me up to the wall, his mouth still firmly on mine.
His hand is gripping my wrist. He pins my arm to the wall and then pins the lower half of his body with mine, trapping me. Not that I’m looking to get away anytime soon. Or ever.
And, holy hell…he’s hard. I can feel his erection digging into my stomach.
I made him hard from just a kiss.
Go, me!
The feel of him hard and pressed up against me with his tongue sweeping delicious strokes over mine has me squirming. I’m pretty sure my knickers are damp as well.
God, the man can kiss.
I could write songs about how well he can kiss.
But then that would be weird. And, also, I can’t write for shit.
Kas drops my wrist and takes ahold of my face with both hands, and then he angles my head so that he can kiss me exactly how he wants to. And I have absolutely no problem with that.
I slide my hands around his back, wanting to feel him, solid and strong beneath my fingers.
His tongue sweeps over my bottom lip, making me moan and move against him.
I feel a shudder run through him, and he presses even harder against me.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans before taking my mouth again.
He kisses me with more intensity, bordering on crazy.
And I match him stroke for stroke.
We’re pulling on each other, both taking what we need. Basically fucking the hell out of each other’s mouths.
All of him is against me, and even still, I don’t feel close enough.
I want more of him. I want all of him.
I hook my leg around his. His hand leaves my face and slides down to my thigh. He lifts my leg higher, hooking it around his hip.
He shifts his lower body, grinding himself against me.
Right on the very spot where I need him. The spot that’s begging for his touch.
His teeth graze over my bottom lip as he thrusts up against me.
“Yes, Kas,” I moan.
And that’s when everything changes.
Or stops. Or goes wrong.
I’m not really sure what happens. All I do know is that he’s no longer moving, no longer kissing me.
He pulls back, staring at me like he doesn’t even know me. Doesn’t know why he’s here.
His brows draw together, and he squeezes his eyes shut. He looks like he’s in pain.
A cold, sick feeling trickles into my stomach.
My hands drop from him.
His eyes flash open. The look I see in them…regret.
Fucking regret.
I feel like ice has just been poured all over me, the shards sharp and stinging against my skin.
His hand slips from my thigh, letting my leg drop to the floor. The sound of my shoe hitting the tiled floor is loud in this painful silence.
He steps back from me.
My chest hollows out.
“Kas…”
He turns on his heel and strides away, leaving me here.
What?
I sink back against the unforgiving wall.
What…just happened?