Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76559 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76559 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Kat
The sound of a car door slamming in the distance pulled me from a deep sleep and I sat up straight, blinking to bring my eyes into focus. A hotel room. A hot body, a hot male body turned and wrapped an arm around my waist, snuggling me close. Then a few more details came into focus.
I’m in a hotel room with Terry.
My body went stiff at the touch of his big strong hands holding me close, the feel of cock, hard and pressing against my ass. I froze and slammed my eyes shut against the sensations that rocketed through me, waiting for Terry to wake up and realize who he was cuddling before he recoiled in disgust.
Despite his compliments and flirty words, or the way his gaze wandered to my nipples earlier, I knew what he really thought of me.
Baby sister. Off limits. Friend zone.
But with Terry’s hard muscular body pressed against mine, it was hard to think of anything other than how much I wanted him. And seeing him in nothing but a towel with his tattoos on full display, reminding me that he was no longer the boy of my dreams, but the man, wasn’t helping at all right now. Especially when he released a sleepy groan as his hand slid up from my belly to cup my breast.
Oh. Shit. His palm grazed my nipple and I let out a shocked gasp when I really wanted to lean into it. Into him. Instead, I froze, again waiting to see if he woke up and jumped away from me.
He didn’t.
Terry groaned and pressed his hips against my body, and I knew the moment he woke up. His body tensed briefly and then he squeezed my breast again. A moan escaped before I could stop it and Terry’s body stilled, but his hands didn’t move away.
“Kat.”
“Yeah?” My voice was tense and strained, even to my own ears, and I was tempted to turn to see his face as he spoke. But I wasn’t ready. Not yet.
“You good?” His voice was thick with sleep or maybe it was desire, or maybe I just hoped it was desire.
I nodded. “Yep. I’m good.” I was more than good as long as Terry kept his body so close. “Real good.”
“Me too,” he growled and ground his cock into me as his lips pressed to my neck. I shuddered and arched my back so his cock buried deeper against my ass cheeks. “So good.”
On its own, my neck tilted to take more of Terry’s kisses and that was all he needed to take things further. His grip tightened and his hip thrust against me again, and I turned in his arms, so we were face to face. “Yeah?”
“Hell yeah.” Those two little words came out on a low, almost feral growl before Terry’s lips crashed down on mine. The kiss was different than the one in the other hotel. For one thing, we were sharing a bed and there was nothing but flimsy pajamas to separate us.
He deepened the kiss, and I groaned at the whiskey I could still taste on his tongue and it made me feel bold. Bold enough to reach between us and wrap my hand around the silk covered erection between us. Terry was so fucking hard, but he wasn’t just hard, he was big. And thick. My pussy pulsed in anticipation.
“Kat.” My name sounded like a curse on his lips and I arched into him, squeezed his cock tighter until he nipped my bottom lip. “Tease.”
I laughed at the accusation and gave his cock a stroke.
“It’s even better than I imagined it would be. Bigger too.”
This was happening and there was no point holding back now. Tonight was ours and whatever happened after this, well that was a matter for another day. That thought left me feeling even bolder, or maybe it was the cock in my hand that my mouth and my pussy watered to taste. To have.
“Soft on the outside and hard on the inside.” I slid my hand into the waistband until his silky hot cock landed heavy in my palm. God, I need this. I need him.
“Oh fuck, Kat!” Terry’s blue eyes rolled back and his head fell onto the pillow with a sigh, leaving his muscular upper body on full display. My eyes ate him up first and then my lips and my tongue. His skin smelled fresh but manly, with just a hint of me in there and that made me smile.
“Shit, woman,” he growled when my tongue started at the waistband of his silk boxers and I licked my way up the length of his torso, stopping only to swipe my tongue across the pink disks of his nipples. “Kat.”
“Yes?” I felt playful and nipped his chin and then his earlobe, smiling as I thought of how giddy my teenage self would be, knowing I was here right now. With Terry. Fucking. Manning.