King of Hawthorne Prep Read online Jennifer Sucevic

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Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
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“Kingsley,” I whimper, shifting restlessly, “please.”

“What’s wrong, baby girl?”

“I need—”

“I know exactly what you need, but a conversation is in order.” There’s a pause. “It seemed prudent to remind you of what you’re intent on throwing away.”

I groan, raising my hands before plucking at my own nipples with my fingers. If he won’t touch me, then I’ll touch myself.

Screw him.

Kingsley growls, knocking my fingers away as his lips capture one stiff peak before sucking it deep into his mouth as his fingers strum the other tight bud. When I can’t stand another moment, he releases my breast before giving the same attention to the other side.

Hot licks of desire rush through every cell of my body as he lifts his head. Then he picks up the bottle of lotion before squirting a drop directly onto my puckered tip. The coolness of the lotion on my hot flesh makes me gasp. He does the same to its twin before allowing the cool cream to sit as I shift beneath his gaze. I become ridiculously aware of the lotion until it’s all I can focus on. As I’m about to come out of my skin, Kingsley smooths the thick substance around my nipples before caressing it into my aureoles. After it’s been absorbed, he adds more until my breasts are completely covered with sunblock. His fingers pluck at my nipples before giving them a gentle tweak.

“I need to finish your legs.”

He massages the muscles of my thighs, stroking over my calves, before moving on to my ankles. By the time he’s done, I’m a sexually frustrated noodle.

He presses a kiss against my mouth. “Ready to talk?”

Not really.

I nod. Allowing him to touch me was a bad idea. All I can focus on is the need coursing through me and how damn good it would feel to have him buried deep inside my body.

My gaze roams over him and the urge to caress all those well-defined muscles pounds through me. “Want me to return the favor?”

He shakes his head as his gaze drops to my naked breasts. “Nope. If you lay your hands on me, I’ll have you flat on your back after a couple of strokes. Once you agree to be mine, then you can touch me as much as you want.”

His arrogance sends a sharp thrill shooting through me.

I bite my lip before asking, “And what if that never happens?”

A feral smile curves his lips. “We both know that I’m persistent as fuck.”

True. As much as that particular characteristic has aggravated me the last couple of weeks, I wouldn’t want him any other way. There’s something ridiculously sexy about his self-confidence and the way he goes about taking what he wants.

And what he wants right now is me.

Kingsley settles on his side until his face is level with mine before propping his head up on his hand. “If you need more time to work shit out in your head, then I’ll wait as long as it takes.”

When he tangles his fingers with my own, I realize that I don’t want to pull them away. I don’t want anymore distance between us. As much as I want to refuse his touch, it feels right. It was so much easier to be angry with him when he wasn’t here in front of me, pushing me to accept my fate and his role in it.

His voice softens. “I know this is a messed-up situation and that you’re angry.”

That’s an understatement. I’m furious this decision has been made without any input from my end.

My brows arch as I throw the question back at him. “And you’re not?”

“In the beginning, I was pissed as hell.” He smirks. “You might find this hard to believe, but I don’t like being told what to do. Maybe if we hadn’t met at the beach and spent the day together, you wouldn’t have already been an itch under my skin.” His eyes grow distant as if he’s mentally tumbling back in time. “After the day we spent on the boat, I didn’t know what happened to you. I stopped over the next morning to pick you up and you were gone. I had nothing to go on. No way to find you. No address or phone number.” A reluctant chuckle slides from his lips. “I didn’t even know your last name.”

“That’s probably a good thing,” I murmur, thinking about our families.

“Yeah, it probably was.” He falls silent, pulling off his aviators so that his gaze can pierce mine. “I thought about you a lot after that. I wondered what you were doing in Chicago and if you were spending time with anyone else. Were you letting those guys kiss you the same way I did? It pissed me off.”

My heart spasms as I shake my head. “I never kissed anyone the way I kissed you.”



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