Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
“You love me?” I was too scared to let myself see that in fear I could lose it. But as my mind plays back everything that led to this moment, I see it now. The way Kane is with me should have clued me in that I’m different. He’s always treated me differently from the very start. I might not have understood what he was doing, but it was all leading to him making me his.
“I love you,” he says before thrusting inside of me. I gasp, unable to respond. He doesn’t give me a chance. He pulls out, thrusting back in over and over again. “I love you,” he repeats as his thrusts grow harder. I wrap my legs around him, taking every one of them. My orgasm is already barreling down on me.
“Kane,” I moan.
“Come for me, baby, claim me back. I’ll be right there coming with you.”
“Coming inside of me.” My eyes stay locked with his.
“Every damn time,” he responds, making it clear he knows what he’s doing. He’s known from the start.
It’s all too much. The orgasm explodes from me. Kane groans my name, coming with me. My sex locks down around his cock, his warm release spilling deep inside of me.
More tears slip down my cheeks. “You’re killing me.” Kane places gentle kisses on my face, stopping them in their tracks.
“They’re happy tears.”
“Next time you try to run, I’m going to spank your ass, and they won’t be happy tears,” he warns before groaning. My sex contracts around his cock at the thought of him spanking me. “You like the idea of me reddening your perfect ass, Addilyn?”
I bite my lip, refusing to answer that one.
“Come on, I want to take you home.” He releases his hold on my wrists that he still has pinned down. He stops to rub them. “I was rough.” He closes his eyes, taking a breath.
“You were perfect.” He pulls back, his cock slipping free of me. His release trickles down my thighs. Kane watches it, his eyes trained to that spot. I don’t think he believes me. Now, it's me that's worried about him pulling back. Not because he doesn’t love me. I understand that now.
“No control when it comes to you.” He shakes his head, standing before he helps me up.
“Don’t do that.” I grab his shirt, pulling him to me. “This is what I needed. All of this was perfect.” I wave my hand around the room. “Your rough sweetness is everything I need. You get me. I love you too, Kane.” He leans down, taking my mouth in a possessive kiss.
“We need to stop or we’ll never get out of here.” He breaks the kiss and begins to straighten my clothes and then his own.
“If anyone sees me, they’re going to know what went down in here.” The smile that stretches across Kane’s face would make my panties wet if I still had them on. It lets me know that he has no qualms about everyone knowing. “You’re a caveman.”
“I’m yours, that’s what I am.” I can’t even pretend to be upset when he says things like that.
He grabs my shorts, helping me get back into them before fixing his own clothes. “I want to show you the house.” He takes my hand.
“I’m actually curious about your place,” I admit. “But I thought you lived in a townhouse?”
“Are you stalking me now?” He smirks. I roll my eyes.
“Maybe a little.” Whenever Ollie or her dad talk about Kane, I pay attention, and I was pretty sure I’d heard something about a townhouse.
“I have a townhouse. I’m actually renting it out now. I bought a place.”
“You bought a house? When?”
“Few weeks ago.” He shrugs. “I invested in a friend of mine’s home development company years ago. Before we even started Hart Bonds. I actually helped him build his first set of houses. It was like a second job in my early twenties. It’s done well. I might have snagged one of the new builds on his latest project. This round of homes had land. The other was townhouses and subdivisions. This project was nice and spread out. I knew if I ever bought a house, I’d want space.”
“I hear that. I’ve always lived in apartments or clubhouses. It sounds nice to have your own space.”
“I know. I’ve heard you talk to the girls about having land one day.”
“Now who’s the stalker?”
“I never claimed to not be when it comes to you.” He leads me out of the warehouse and to his truck.
“Did everything go well with the bond pickup?” I ask, not sure of the lingo I’m supposed to use when talking about it.
“Yeah. Ollie show you around the office?”
“Yep, it actually seems pretty easy.”
“Does that mean you’ll be taking the job?” He glances over at me before he pulls out of the parking lot.