Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
When he lifted his head, I was once again dazed and breathless. He was breathing almost as hard, and his eyes were fierce with need. “Did we kiss like that?”
Somehow, his question had my fingers curling against his chest.
It seemed enough of an answer for him because he was speaking again. “Did I force you?”
I shook my head vehemently.
“You don’t have to lie.”
I shook my head more firmly.
His body relaxed under me. “Good.” His voice dipped low again, something I knew by now meant I was in danger of—-
“Did I touch you?”
My cheeks flamed.
—-that.
I glared at him. Kellion!
He smirked. “I did, didn’t I?” He bent close, nibbling my lip. “You probably didn’t notice, but I always had to control myself when I was around you.” A soft chuckle escaped him at my doubtful look. “No joke. Every fucking time.”
The innuendo had me wetting my lips.
Kellion groaned. “Don’t do that.” He bit my lip after.
I was tempted to groan back. If that was a punishment, I was half-inclined to wet my lips again.
“Don’t look at me like that either.” Another bite.
If he really meant that, then I could never look at him anymore.
Kellion was suddenly lifting me off his lap. When he placed me on the chair beside him, I tried not to be hurt.
“Don’t get me wrong, baby.”
I shivered at the endearment. It was the first time he had called me that, and it sounded...good.
“I want you more so than ever, but I don’t want to rush it. And right now, I’m too fucking close to taking you back to my room and making you mine.”
My eyes were wide by the time he was done talking.
“Do you want that?”
Slowly, I shook my head.
His smile was strained. “Thought so.” He started playing with my hair again, and I tried not to shiver every time his fingers unintentionally brushed against the sensitive skin of my nape.
His mouth was suddenly next to my ear, his voice husky as he asked, “Where else did I touch you?”
I shrugged, unable to meet his eyes.
His chuckle tickled my ears. “Tell me or I’ll start touching you until you give me a clue.”
Oh.
I quickly grabbed my phone. What I was about to say, I definitely didn’t want anyone to read.
I typed one word. Chest.
His eyes gleamed at my answer. “You mean your brea—-”
Panicking at the thought that someone might hear him, I covered his mouth, not wanting him to talk. But then his tongue started to move against my hand, and I became just as worried about making a sound.
I begged him with my eyes. Please don’t say a word.
He nodded obediently.
Slowly, I released his mouth and he immediately spoke. “Aria?”
Aaaargh.
If it turned out that he lied to me—-
“Say something to me.” It was that voice again. A plea. A temptation. Kellion at his proudest and most vulnerable.
My chest tightened. Did he ever show this side to anyone else?
I...hoped not.
I whispered, “I really...want...to...make you...smile.” Slowly, it was getting easier to talk. Because of him.
Something flickered in his eyes, too fast for me to understand what it was. All I knew was that it was the part of him that was secret and vulnerable, the part that made me want to protect him the way I hadn’t been able to protect Ashton.
He said gravely, “You know what I want?”
I shook my head.
“I really want to make you...come.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. The sound was rusty, and it hurt my throat but the pain was worth it when I saw how my laugh had made Kellion smile.
I told him, “I’m...serious.”
“I’m serious, too.”
“Be very...very...scared,” I warned him even as I did my best not to smile.
I expected him to return the warning, but instead his smile faded. “No, baby. You’re the one who should be scared. Because I have a feeling...” He swallowed. “No matter what I do, I’ll end up making you cry.”
Chapter Ten
Dear Ashton,
I think...I think I’m dating. Yuck, right?
Love, Your Big Sis
“WOW.” PROFESSOR EDISON had an amazed look on his face when he saw what I was working on.
I scribbled on my board. GOOD WOW? BAD WOW?
“What-happened-to-you-wow,” was the prompt reply. Witty, my art professor was, and according to him, it was all because he was gay.
I looked down on my current work-in-progress. It didn’t seem any different from my past works.
Mmm...maybe because I had used a different style today? Lettering was my passion, and I tended to gravitate towards casual-styled fonts. But this time, I had gone for the old school look, mixing elegant swirls and aristocratic curves as I aimed for Old English calligraphy with a twist.
Professor Edison clucked his tongue above me. “You don’t get it, do you?” He took my drawing pad and flipped to the previous page. “What did you write?”
I frowned.
Start tomorrow right with a good day’s work today.
I had written the words entirely in uppercase and using only block letters.