Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“Good,” she nods with a satisfaction that seems final and I don’t dwell, instead I close the remaining inches between us giving her a full court press of what she’s doing to me.
"Do you know what this is?" I growl, pressing my hardness against her stomach.
Her eyes widen, but not in fear—in wonder. She nods, a small movement that sends her pink hair dancing around her shoulders.
"Use your words, kitten."
"It's...you. Wanting me." Her voice is small but steady, and fuck if that doesn't make me even harder.
"And do you know what happens to little kittens who tease tigers?" I reach up, touching one of her sparkly ears, letting my finger trail down to the soft shell of her real ear. She shivers.
"They get eaten?" she whispers, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
A groan escapes me as I bend further, my lips hovering just above hers. "Smart girl."
I capture her mouth with mine, swallowing her surprised gasp. She tastes like chocolate and coffee and something uniquely Tabby that I could get drunk on. Her lips are soft, pliant under mine, and when I swipe my tongue against the seam of her mouth, she opens for me with a little moan that nearly brings me to my knees.
My hands move to her waist, spanning it easily—Christ, she's tiny compared to me. I could break her with one wrong move. The thought makes me gentler than I've ever been as I lift her, setting her on a shelf at the perfect height. Her legs part instinctively, and I step between them, pressing closer.
"Do you feel what you do to me?" I mutter against her lips, grinding against her center. "Every fucking minute since you walked down that hall this morning."
She flattens her palms on my chest. "Show me," she challenges, and that defiance sparks something wild in me.
I kiss her deeper, harder, one hand sliding up to cradle her face. My other hand finds her knee, tracing upward along the smooth skin of her thigh, pushing her skirt higher with each inch.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," I growl against her mouth, pulling back to look at her—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, those green eyes hazed with desire. "Too good for someone like me."
She frowns, fingers tightening in my hair. "Don't say that."
"It's true." I trail kisses down her jaw, her neck, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips. "I'm a monster, kitten."
"You're not," she argues, gasping as I nip at the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder. "You're just...big."
I can't help the chuckle that rumbles through me. "In more ways than one."
Her hand trails down my chest, hesitating at my belt. "Can I?"
Jesus fucking Christ and the whole goddamn trinity. I nod, unable to form words as her small hand presses against my length through my trousers. Her eyes widen.
"That's...a lot," she whispers, and there's a note in her voice I can't place.
"Too much?" I ask, stilling her hand with mine. The thought of scaring her with my size makes my stomach twist.
She shakes her head fiercely. "No. Just...wow."
Pride surges through me as I capture her mouth again, kissing her until we're both breathless. My hand resumes its journey up her thigh, reaching the edge of her panties. I trace the elastic with one finger, feeling her tremble.
"Tell me to stop," I murmur against her lips. "Tell me, and I will."
Her answer is to press herself closer, her hips rocking against my hand. "Don't stop."
Her perfume and arousal engulf me. That cotton candy sweetness, only now it’s like a damn sugar storm. My knuckles whiten around her wrist as I press her against the shelves, metal racks filled with the most banal of office supplies threatening to bury us in a tidal wave of paper and manila file folders.
I slip my finger beneath the fabric, finding her slick and ready for me. "Fuck, kitten. You're soaked." Hooking a finger under her thong, I drag it aside, my knuckles grazing the damp curls there before squeezing her clit between them sharply. She buckles, fingers tangling in my hair. "Warm and wet and wanting," I taunt against her skin. "For me."
She whimpers, burying her face against my neck as I explore her slowly, reverently. I circle her clit with my thumb now, watching her face as the things I’m doing change her expression in ways I want to watch for the rest of my life.
"That's it," I encourage as her breathing speeds up. "You’re teaching me. Tell me how it feels right here when I do…this."
I grind her clit against the bone behind in rapid, circular motions, softer, then harder, back and forth, as it moves under my fingertips, so tiny, so perfect.
"Tell me what you want," I snap when she stays silent—too clever by half. Her tongue flicks along my jawline, tasting salt from the sweat she’s causing to explode over my skin. "Or I’ll take it." My free hand tangles in that soft pink hair of hers, pulling her lips to mine roughly. She kisses like fire and ice, too passionate for her youth, teeth grazing my lower lip until I groan against her mouth.