Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
“Kira. Kira, wait,” he says once we’ve stepped off the elevator. He pulls his hand out of mine.
“What?” I say in exasperation. My single-minded focus is to get us inside that hotel room, peel off my dress, and wrap myself around him until I can get all those elated feelings amping right back up to a ten. For once in my life, I don’t want to overthink something.
“This is a bad idea. I’m your personal protection officer. I’m not supposed to—” He breathes out in a huff.
“What?” I wave a hand impatiently. “You are not supposed to what? Have a good time? Let off some steam? You’re hot. I’m hot. Now for God’s sake, will you get me out of this fucking dress already?”
He stares at me for a moment, and I swear I watch his pupils expand as he fights some mental war in his head. I’m not sure if he wins or loses when he tilts his head and says, “Fuck it.”
Then his arms are around me again, wrapping so tight he cements me to his chest. His arm around my back is tight as his hand clutches the nape of my neck in a commanding grip.
The next thing I know, I’m slammed against the hallway wall and his lips are on mine. I’m pinned by the confines of my stupid dress, and the delicious heat of his chest makes the cool wall behind me thrilling.
He’s got the high-pitched whines squeaking from my throat again in seconds, and my legs fight against my dress. All I want is to lift my leg to notch my heel around his ass and pull him into me.
God, it’s been so long since I’ve been decently fucked, and I have the feeling that once Isaak and I have sex, I’ll have an entirely new definition of that concept. It feels so good to feel wanted like this. Isaak’s hands are everywhere, and the desire in them is palpable.
I want to touch him, but I’m trapped, helpless, and Isaak lets out a low, husky laugh as he pulls back from my lips, looking deeply into my eyes. “Problem, babe?”
“I can’t get at you properly in this damn dress,” I hiss.
He grins wolfishly. “I can fix that.”
His hand slides from around the back of my neck to the front. Then, with both hands at the buttoned collar, he tears it apart, sending little buttons flying all over the carpeted hallway.
Um. Is this my life? I don’t think this could possibly be my life. I’m left heaving for breath in the aftermath, my suddenly freed tits lifting and falling. Isaak’s dark eyes drop, pupils all but swallowing his irises.
“That wasn’t the part of the dress I was talking about,” I barely manage to whisper.
“This is a bad, bad idea,” he says, still staring at my boobs.
And then he’s kissing me again, hands all over. One hand grabs my ass and squeezes, while the other pulls me up against him.
I groan involuntarily. Needily. Because, oh sweet, holy baby Jesus, I can feel his hard-on.
Now here is a man who wants me. Maybe not in a love kind of way, but I’m in the sort of mood where a lust kind of way suits me just fine.
Good god, he’s as hard as a rock against my belly. And long. Will that thing even fit inside me?
I don’t know, but I intend to find out. I want to look at it. And touch it. Will he let me touch it?
The man is barely letting me up for air. I’m pretty sure he’ll let me touch his dick. Guys always like it if you touch their dicks, which I’ve done more or less enthusiastically in my few short-lived past relationships. But this one I really want to touch. Which feels weird to think. But good, too.
“We need to get to the room,” I manage to make out between his passionate kisses when he finally comes up for breath.
“Can’t,” he mutters, diving back in again to suck on my bottom lip before letting it go with a loud pop. “Busy.”
He kisses me deep, then drives my back against the wall and presses in against me in a way that tells me he knows I can feel him against my belly and he wants to make sure I know he knows.
Fuck, that’s hot. Why is that so hot? When he shifts his hips back and forth to get friction, my thighs squeeze together as my pussy clenches. I’ve never been with anyone so… Isaak’s just such a fucking grown man when I’ve been surrounded by boys my whole life.
He’s masculine but kind, strong but gentle, and I swear, he’s got me so aroused that I almost come on the spot with nothing but his leg pressing lightly against my groin.
“Please,” I whine, digging my fingers into his scalp as I pull him into me tighter. “Take me to the room. Isaak.”