Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
I can't read him at all, and more importantly-—
Why is he now laying a hand on his chest like he's struck by Cupid's arrow?
"You really are a girl after my own cock."
If Cupid worked for Hugh Hefner, that is.
"Or mouth."
I look at him blankly. "Come again?"
"I know our conversation has gone way off course, but surely you can't have forgotten...?"
What is this man talking about?
"You asked me to kiss you. Remember?"
Oh.
Right.
I did forget about that, and when I see him start patting his lap with a wicked grin...
How incredible.
This man is really like no one else, with how good he is at making me feel not just human...but so, so womanly as well.
His gaze follows my every move as I swing my legs to the side before standing up.
I place my gun on the table, and he does the same.
My throat feels weirdly tight as I take a step towards him, and my heart is still racing like I'm back on the Most Wanted list, and FBI agents are nipping at my heels.
We both hear my breath catch when I'm finally standing before him, and because I'm not used to feeling this nervous and excited and confused all at once-—
I just want it to be over and done with right here and now, and a grunt slips past his lips as I plop myself down on his lap without warning.
Chemistry.
The word flashes in my mind when his big, hard cock twitches under my ass, and the folds of my pussy turn wet and swollen in response.
It's chemistry alright, and it's the kind that I thought was beyond reach for someone like me. It's explosive and instant, but more than anything else, it also feels mind-blowingly and terrifyingly right.
"God, Kayra."
His voice is so, so much thicker now, and hearing him say my name still feels like a forbidden pleasure.
"You really don't like taking it slow, do you?"
I start to shake my head.
"Then so be it."
I haven't even figured out what those words mean when he's already cupping my face with his big, strong hands.
"Close your eyes."
His voice is rough all of a sudden, and the sound so shockingly enthralling that I find myself doing as he commands. His head bends down as my eyes slowly drift close—-
Ooooh.
His hot breath tickles, and my grip on his shoulders tightens as his lips press gently against mine.
Magic.
It's pure, sensual magic, but there's no time to savor this because he's giving me exactly what I want.
You really don't like taking it slow...
And the next thing I know, it's already his tongue sliding inside my mouth.
Chapter Six
She's perfectly still and quiet at first when I kiss her, but I can also feel her mind soaking everything up like a sponge. I can feel her savoring every thrust of my tongue as her body gradually molds against mine, and this one-way kiss lasts for several minutes until...
There it is.
Her tongue has started moving against mine, its every stroke delicate but fearless, and insatiably curious like she promised. I can feel her turning into a kitten in my arms as she playfully nibbles on my lips and her tongue starts exploring my mouth like it's new territory that's hers to claim.
Which it is.
Whether she likes it or not, all of me is already hers, just like all of her has been mine from the moment our eyes met.
I can feel her growing bolder as our kiss deepens, and she starts testing new things to see which one is more likely to drive me insane. She bites my lip hard and sucks on my tongue even harder. I can feel her obsessing over every reaction I give her, and I can tell how she loves it when she hears me groan and feels my hands tighten its grip on her hair.
The longer we kiss, the closer we stray into dangerously thin ice, and the moment I feel her body arch and hear her pant against my lips, I just fucking know—-
Fuck!
I yank my head away with an effort, and her beautiful blue eyes fly open.
"Why are we stopping?" My kitten is unhappy, and she wants me to know it.
"If I kiss you again," I grate out, "I'll also end up fucking you on a train."
"And?"
While the impatience in her tone is adorable, and the cluelessness of her expression makes me want to ravish her—-
"I'm serious, darling."
My conscience makes me feel obliged to warn her one last time.
"This is your last chance not to lose your virginity on a train. I want you too much to control—-"
She suddenly cuts my words off by pressing one impertinent finger against my lips,
"You should know I have my own rules as well," Kayra warns back. "If we become lovers, your cock will never know any other woman's pussy again—-"
I grab hold of her finger to give it a hard little nip, and just like the wonderfully feral kitten she is, Kayra yanks her hand out of my grip with a sharp little hiss.