Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“No, I like the fact that you brought it with you. To me.” I walked over to him and ran a hand up his chest and onto his shoulder. “By the way, that song you chose was perfect. And the…” I mimicked the way he’d tapped the tattoo and then his lips. “It made me feel so good.”
“That’s my goal.”
“Well, that and world domination through brute strength?”
“Yeah.”
I was suddenly very nervous, because we both knew what was supposed to happen, and I wasn’t sure how to make it happen. Never before had I felt so intimidated by another person as I felt by him. And it wasn’t in a bullying kind of way. He was just so overwhelming to me, larger than life. From the beginning of our relationship I’d always felt more like a satellite orbiting him. He was just so strong, and so much more than other people, at least in my eyes.
I lifted up and kissed him on the lips. Then I dropped lower, running kisses along his jaw and his throat. I was so hesitant, like a virgin on his first date. Kage must have sensed it, and he dropped a hand to my ass and squeezed, pulling our groins together and rubbing his against mine.
“Get the lube,” he said.
I hurried over to the bedside table, pulled the bottle out of the drawer, and handed it to him. He dropped it onto the floor, and then everything changed. He snatched me hard up against his body, and all I could do was cling to him, kissing him like my life depended on it, his beard stubble rubbing the skin around my lips raw. I clutched at his back, pulling the fabric of his shirt as if I would rip it off, the feeling of those muscles I knew by heart driving me to distraction. I needed to get his shirt off, to touch what was underneath, to get a fix of my addiction. I wanted nothing between us but our breath and the frantic thumping of our hearts.
Kage dug his fingers into my hips and pulled me beneath him, lowered his own hips to mine, and my legs wrapped around his waist like it was exactly where they belonged.
I glanced over at the door when I hear voices in the hall. “What if someone hears? We shouldn’t do this here.”
“I don’t care,” he said. “I’ll make love to you with the door standing wide open and people watching from the hall if I have to.”
“But it’s so risky for you. What if somebody talks? There are a lot of people here tonight. All it takes is one comment on a sports blog to ruin everything you’ve worked for.”
“Everything we’ve worked for,” he amended. “And I don’t care. Let them talk. It’s not the way I want things to go down, but I swear to you… I’m through pretending. I just got engaged to someone I don’t love just to prove I’m something I’m not.” He lowered his head and rested his forehead on mine. “I can’t do that anymore, Jamie. Won’t do that. Not when I know how it can be.”
“But it wasn’t a real engagement, right? Was it?”
He captured my lips in a gentle kiss, and I opened to him, letting his tongue have its way with mine. It was a slow, torturous kiss that left me breathless and wanting more.
“Doesn’t matter if it was real. It hurt you anyway.”
I tightened my legs around his unyielding midsection, pressing my pelvis hard into his, as if I could meld our bodies together by sheer force. He lifted higher on his knees, and I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and hung on as my body came up off the floor. Then he was kissing me and rocking back and forth, the motion of his body creating friction between our groins, the feeling of almost fucking driving me mad.
“Do it,” I gasped, breaking free of our sloppy, desperate kiss. “Just do it.”
I didn’t have to tell him exactly what it was that I wanted him to do. We were both driven by a mutual need that we’d waited far too long to satisfy. Now it was more than need. It was a requirement, and in that moment, I believe we both would have died to get it.
Kage growled and slammed me back down onto the floor with the weight of his body, nearly knocking the breath out of my lungs.
Fuck breath, I thought. I don’t need breath as long as I have him.
His hips rocked against me as if he thought we could finish this thing with our clothes on. Maybe we could, but I didn’t want to find out. I wanted to see my fighter in all his naked glory. God, it had been so long.