Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 155900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Yet he was the one holding back. The one who made me feel like this.
I didn’t care about anything else right then.
“Please.” My eyes squeezed closed as I begged it, then I gasped and my eyes flew open when I was suddenly swept off the couch and planted on the desk in front of him.
He hadn’t even stood.
He wound my purse off my shoulder before his big hands were gripping me by the outside of my hips, up high under the skirt of my dress, and he angled in so close that I thought he was going to kiss me.
Only he raked out an inch from my lips, “You want me to touch you, Little Warrior?”
And maybe I had fully lost it.
Had gone mad with grief.
But I didn’t care.
My fingers sank into his hair, and I murmured, “Yes.”
THREE
KANE
I gripped her by the outside of the thighs, hands trembling as I peered at her stunning face. That face that kept ripping the air from my lungs every time I looked at her. There was something about her that had me drawn.
I searched for a no in her expression because I sure as hell hadn’t anticipated the night to come to this.
There wasn’t a single speck.
She wanted it.
To be touched.
Adored.
Cherished.
Fingers fisted in my hair and urging me on, that yes still echoing in the air.
Still, I knew I had to be careful with her.
This wasn’t about me.
This was about whatever the hell she was dealing with. Something I wished I had the power to chase away.
Maybe for a little while I could.
Make her forget both her troubles and her name.
“You need to come, sweet girl?” It was a rumble from my tongue as I leaned in and let my nose run the length of her throat.
Her head dropped back, granting me access as those hands pulled hard at my hair. Pinpricks of pain lit in the most delicious way.
My cock turned to stone, pushing at my jeans.
“I don’t even know what that’s like.”
Her response should be a red flag. A reason for me to stop and wrap this woman up and get her safely to wherever she was supposed to be.
But she was moaning the most delectable sound as the tips of my fingers sank deeper into her thighs. Desire coating the air as she whispered, “Show me.”
Greed spiraled through my being, and I let my mouth take the place of my nose. I kissed along the delicate flesh at the side of her neck and up behind her ear.
Imbibing her intoxicating scent.
As sweet as the roses my mother used to grow out in her garden.
“You want me to show you how good I can make you feel? Send you flyin’?” I rumbled it at her flesh.
A tremble rocked her.
Right down that tempting, perfect body.
“I know you can. Make it stop hurting.” It sounded like a prayer. Like a hope that had gone dim.
I edged back to take her in where she was propped on the edge of the desk.
Wearing a black dress, the short sleeves capped in lace, a match to the frilly skirt that was bunched high on her thighs.
The woman short and slim and toned.
Every inch quaked with need.
Sun-kissed locks mussed from her tumble, those amber eyes both alight and despairing. Face the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen.
Which was all fucked up considering the life I lived.
I knew beauty.
Tore through it like a fiend.
But there was something about her that pierced me like a knife. Hooked me in a glance. This familiarity that tugged at my consciousness.
Like she fucking mattered when there was no chance of that.
I didn’t get attached. My life was wrought with too much peril to even entertain the idea, even if I wanted to.
But there was this feeling right there, tugging at my chest.
“Hate that you’re hurting. Would give anything to take it away.”
“Please,” she begged again, and I let my mouth go wandering, up and down her trembling throat and along the defined angle of her jaw.
Dragging down to the exposed skin above the scooped neckline of her dress.
While my hands started gliding, roaming the outsides of her thighs.
Lighting her up the way she was so clearly aching for me to do. The girl giving me a haggard sigh as I slipped the skirt of her dress up higher with the next pass.
She squirmed on the desk.
“Barely touching you, and this body is already about to blow.”
“I need…” The words were wisps, and she trailed off, though she arched from the wood, silently begging me to give it to her.
“I know what you need. I won’t send you away wanting. This is just for you. Not gonna take it beyond this.”
My palms slipped all the way up, riding the curve of her hips, fingers tucking into the sides of her lacy underwear.
I edged back, watching her close as I began to peel them down her slender legs.