Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
His hands moved to the back of my head to untie the blindfold, but I stopped him. “Let’s wait until we’re back at your truck.”
I couldn’t see him, but I somehow felt his surprise. “I like the way you think,” he said huskily.
In truth, I didn‘t know what I was thinking—but I liked being so close to him. Being guided by him.
Trusting him.
That was insane. After all, he’d blackmailed me into this date. But it felt like I could trust him anyway.
The air cooled, and from the surface of the ground, I knew we were in the parking lot. Plus I could smell something that was perhaps motor oil. Not my favorite scent, so I pressed my head against Kyle’s chest. He smelled much better than the nearby cars.
He held me tightly as he guided me along, and when he finally stopped, I heard him fishing his keys out of his pocket. I reached out a hand and touched the smooth side of his truck.
He pulled me back as he opened the door and then his hands were on my waist, lifting me into the air. I’d barely perched on the edge of the seat when my hands went to the blindfold. Suddenly, I wanted to see him. He looked hot-as-sin tonight, and I didn’t want to wait any longer.
The blindfold slid down to the floor, and I blinked until his vivid blue eyes came into focus. Except his gaze was focused on my bare thigh as the fabric of the dress fell away from it.
“The fucking slit in that dress,” Kyle growled, placing his hand on the gap left from the open fabric. “It was all I could think about the whole damn night.”
God, his touch felt good. His hands were always so large and warm. But still, I couldn’t help teasing him. “It was hidden under the table most of the night,” I pointed out.
“Yes, but I knew it was there.” He slid his hand up my thigh, and that was all it took for me to forget about everything else.
We reached for each other at the exact same moment.
His arms wrapped around me, low on my back, and he pulled me toward him. My legs parted giving him room to press in close. His mouth claimed mine again, and it felt even better now that he was standing between my knees, his bulge pressing against my core in a tantalizing way. This time, I let my hands stray all over him. His hair. His broad shoulders. His muscled back. God, touching him felt good.
And holy shit, being touched by him felt good. One large palm was pressed against my side, his thumb slipping in between us to rub my nipple. He groaned when he felt how hard it was.
My back arched, and he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and then he worked his way across my jaw. When he reached my neck, he made a long lick, as if I was his favorite flavor of ice cream.
God, it felt good. And it was yet another reason to wear my hair up—it gave him easier access.
Kyle’s other hand slid down my back to squeeze my ass, and my breath caught in my throat. He pulled me closer, grinding his erection against me, making sure I felt how big it was.
It felt really, really big.
“I want to hear you come,” he said roughly. “For real, not fake.” His hand moved to my thigh, sliding between our bodies. It was right where it had been at the end of movie night—before we’d been interrupted.
“Let me make you scream.”
God, it was tempting. But we were in a parking lot.
Kyle pulled back, his eyes on my face, and he seemed to know my concern. “There’s no one around. And no cameras, either. I checked when you still had the blindfold on. Let me touch you, Tori. Those sexy fucking noises you made before can be real.”
I couldn’t. I shouldn’t. But damn, I wanted to.
Kyle crushing my breast against my chest, cupping it, flicking his thumb across the nipple. “Say yes, Victoria.”
“Yes,” I breathed softly, and his eyes glittered, his smile triumphant.
He didn’t need to be told twice. He cupped the back of my head and pulled my mouth against his. At the same time, his hand slid between my thighs. This time he didn’t stop.
His fingertips brushed over the thin fabric of my panties, and I moaned in anticipation. In half a second he had the flimsy material pushed aside and was stroking a long finger up and down my folds, which were very ready for him. It would have been embarrassing how easy his finger slid through the moisture there, but all I could focus on was the feeling of his mouth claiming mine and his hand between my legs.