Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Reluctantly, he pulls away. “I’m going to squash you.”
I still hold him to me. “No, I like having you against me.”
We’re both panting, and he pulls me against his side as we catch our breath.
I raise up to smile at him. “So does this mean we get to do that anytime we want?” Clueless to what he’s thinking, I kiss him before climbing out of bed. “I guess you can tell Walker we don’t need that two-bedroom cottage.”
I disappear into the bathroom and clean up. When I come out, we pass each other as he goes into the bathroom. I’m still smiling, lost in the satisfaction of what just happened. I’m sitting on the bed when he comes out. “Is it always like that, Kan?”
He sits stiffly on the bed next to me, turns off the lamp, and then lies down on his back. I curl into his side and ask him again, poking him in the chest with my finger. “Huh, tell me. Is it always like that?”
He finally looks at me, and that strange, lost look is back on his face. My smile dims, but I’m still holding on to hope that he doesn’t try to retreat from me again. “You want to know the truth?” he asks.
I bite on to my lip. That doesn’t sound very promising, but if nothing else, I know I don’t want to be lied to. “Yes, of course. I can handle it,” I tell him, even though I’m not sure if I can handle it or not.
He rolls to his side and looks at me. His hand comes up to rest on my shoulder. “I’ve only ever felt that with you, Em.”
I hit him playfully in the chest. “Shut up. You can tell me the truth.”
He grabs my hand and holds it to his chest, right over his heart. “I am telling you the truth. I’ve only felt this connection, this kind of love, with you.”
I raise up a little. “But the others?”
He laughs. “Others? Honey, since the day you turned eighteen, there haven’t been any others. I knew then how I felt about you.”
I lean my head on his chest. “You did?”
He runs his hand through my hair, brushing it off my face, before kissing my forehead. “I did. I knew I loved you, but I also knew you were too young and you were Randall’s daughter. You were off limits. Hell, you probably still are, Em.”
I kiss his chest, wishing he could get over those two facts. Age doesn’t matter, not when it comes to love. And I know my dad. He would have wanted us together. I have no doubt about it.
Kanan tenses under me. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
He kisses my forehead again. “We need to talk, Em. There’s things you should know.”
I clench my eyes shut. I don’t know why, but I have a sick feeling in my stomach when he says it the way he does. It’s obvious he’s worried about something, but I don’t want to deal with it right now. I want to enjoy this. We have the rest of our lives to talk about serious stuff.
I let my hand trail down his naked body and wrap around his manhood. Already, he’s hardening in my hand, and he groans as I tighten my hold. “Emerson,” he warns.
I laugh and then move down his body, kissing along the way. “We can talk all you want tomorrow. Tonight, I want to do something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.”
I’m trailing kisses along his belly. His hips lift slightly. “Oh yeah, what’s that?”
I lean down, sweeping my tongue down his happy trail. “I want to kiss you here.”
His hand plows through my hair. “You don’t—”
But I stop him with a kiss to the tip of his manhood. “Oh, I want to. I may do it wrong, but will you let me… let me taste you?”
He’s staring at me through hooded eyes. “You can’t do anything wrong. Not with me, Em.”
I tentatively stick my tongue out, swiping it from his root to his tip. Goose bumps rise on his legs, and a guttural groan erupts from his mouth. His hand tightens in my hair. “I don’t think I can take too much of that.”
It’s a heady feeling, knowing you have that much control over someone. I’ll never take it for granted. “I love you, Kanan,” I tell him right before I open my mouth and take him inside. His hips jerk, but I don’t stop.
Over and over, I bob up and down on him, loving the satisfied sounds coming from him. By the look of him, he’s given up on the idea we need to talk, which is fine by me. The more he brings it up, the more unnerved I get by it. Surely, he’s not already changing his mind about me.