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)
Smash.
I jumped in shock.
Kellion turned to me.
I slowly shook my head.
He started forward.
I shook my head more vehemently even as I tried to comprehend what had just happened. Had he really—-
I let out a silent shriek when Kellion reached me. In a second, he had me in his arms, my back against the wall. I tried shoving at his chest, but it was useless. “Are...you...serious?” I clutched the collar of his shirt, hoping it would get his attention.
It didn’t.
Instead, his lips slammed against mine. My lips parted in surprise, and Kellion seized the chance to deepen the kiss. His tongue swept in, exploring my mouth hungrily. “It’s your fault,” he growled against my lips, his body pushing more insistently against mine. His hardness overwhelmed me, and the sheer, dizzying heat of his body overpowered my senses.
“You’d have to be insane...” He started sucking on my neck, and I felt myself arching, wanting to give him more access. “Seeing you want me...” His lips moved downward, and I felt him nibbling on my collarbone. “You think I’d be satisfied with a kiss?”
His head lifted up, and our gazes collided once more. His jaw was clenched hard, and his green eyes glittered down on me as he said, “I told you, didn’t I?”
Between our bodies, his hands started to move.
“I want to make you come.”
Blood rushed to my head at his words, and my heartbeat raced at an unimaginable speed as Kellion’s fingers reached for the hem of my shirt. He pushed it up, bit by bit, and I felt him lifting it, and every inch of skin he exposed had my chest tightening. Tighter, tighter, locking the oxygen in my throat, turning me into a writhing mass of sensation. All worries of doing this in a public place – at an ATM center, for God’s sake – disappeared, pushed away by the most carnal of thoughts.
Was he really going to touch me—-
His hands were right under my breasts now.
Was he really going to touch me there—-
His hands cupped my breasts.
God, God, God.
My head fell back against the wall. I clutched his shoulders tightly even as my legs wrapped more tightly around his waist. Only a plain thin cotton bra separated my aching flesh from his touch, but the heat from his hands made the fabric feel nonexistent.
“Aria. Look at me.” A rough, hoarse command that had me looking at him. His gaze ensnared mine, demanding that I show him everything.
He squeezed my breasts, gently, caressingly, making the flesh ache more and more. I wanted to sob at the pleasure of it, and the urge intensified when he started to play with my nipples. He rubbed them between his fingers, softly, then with more pressure. I so badly wanted to close my eyes. The pleasure was too much. Too, too much. But I couldn’t, not when his own gaze told me that he found looking at me arousing.
And dear God, I liked that. I wanted that, wanted to arouse him even more.
He was tugging on my nipples now. Pinching them. The sensation was unbelievable, making me squirm in his arms, my hands clutching his broad shoulders more desperately.
I looked at him, begged him with my eyes. More.
“Aria.” His groan was harsh, as if he was in pain. And then he was kissing me, harder, rougher, deeper, and oh God, oh God, I wanted him so much more because of it. Dimly, I felt Kellion lifting me up again, carrying me, and I let him because at this point, all thoughts of resistance would just be a pretense.
I wanted him.
I wanted Kellion Argyros.
And if he wanted me –
I was his to take.
Without breaking our kiss, Kellion settled me on the waist-high stool next to the ATM machine. His hands became busy again, pulling my shirt off and then unclipping my bra. He pulled away, just to take off his own shirt, exposing his muscular chest.
I gulped.
It wasn’t my first time to see him half-naked, so why, dear God, why did he still make my pulse race like I had just completed a marathon? I ached to touch him, even though at the same time it terrified me, knowing how hot he would feel – and how hot he would make me feel.
“Stop looking at me like that,” Kellion suddenly said between clenched teeth. But he didn’t give me time to answer. In the next second, he had pushed my thighs wide open so he could stand between my legs. His mouth crushed mine in a kiss as he pulled me close to him.
Our bodies came into contact, my bare breasts flattening against his naked chest. I gasped against his mouth, but I couldn’t help push myself towards him as well. Who knew? Dear God, but who knew it would feel this good, having my breasts crushed against Kellion’s powerful chest?