Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 101101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Kane once said that even though I hated him, I couldn’t help but want him, and he’s not wrong. I want Kane Morgan more than I’d ever admit.
My hands come up, and I claw at his chest, needing more. And without breaking our kiss, he lifts me onto the edge of the wooden rail and parts my legs.
“Tell me you want me to make you come,” he murmurs against my mouth, once again giving me the control I crave.
“Make me come.”
The words aren’t even completely out of my mouth before Kane’s mouth is back on mine. His fingers tighten in my hair, and his other hand slides beneath my silky dress and panties, expertly parting my folds and finding my clit. The juices between my legs are flowing, and he uses them to create friction as he rubs delicious circles along my clit.
I’m wound so tight that it only takes a few strokes before I’m moaning into his mouth as I come all over his fingers.
The last time this happened, I pushed him away, told him it would never happen again, but this time, I don’t bother with the lies because we both know it’ll happen again and again. Because I can’t stay away from Kane. And I would be lying if I said I wasn’t falling for him.
He pulls his fingers out from between my legs and breaks the kiss. “Always so fucking responsive for me.” He lifts his fingers to my mouth and swipes my arousal across my lips. “Taste yourself. Taste how much you want me.”
Without thought, I glide my tongue along the seam of my lips, and Kane grins a wolfish grin, loving that I listened to him. I want to tell him to go fuck himself, but the taste of myself has me squirming in my spot, wanting more than just a quick orgasm.
As if he can hear my thoughts, he says, “Soon, Princess. Soon, I’ll give you everything you need.” He takes his fingers and brings them to his own mouth, making a show of licking each digit. “So damn good.”
He presses his lips to mine in a soft kiss that isn’t as emotionally charged as the last one, but is filled with so much reverence that an outsider would think the man kissing me actually loves me.
Looks can be deceiving.
“Why not now?” I breathe out, wanting him to fuck me right here, not caring who could possibly see. My pussy is in need of a good fucking, and that orgasm was only a tease.
“Because, as I told you before …” He gives me one more chaste kiss and then lifts me off the railing and onto the ground. “The next time I fuck you, you’ll be so desperate for it that you’ll beg me for it. And I don’t think you’re quite there yet.”
I am … I am totally there, but I don’t tell him that. Instead, I nod and take his hand, letting him guide me back to the party, where we spend the rest of the evening celebrating our engagement. For some reason, when people congratulate us, rather than me forcing a reaction, I find myself genuinely smiling at the thought of marrying Kane.
Kane
This woman is fucking with my head.
I had a plan.
Destroy the waterfront deal, which would not only burn the Antonovs’ and Russos’ connections, but it would cost them millions.
Then I spent the night with Brielle and let a woman guide my emotions.
I should’ve learned from my father’s mistakes.
But here I am, making them.
It started with the marriage. I convinced myself I was righting the wrongs of the past.
Then I threw in an heir.
Again, it’s what’s owed to my family.
I told myself I would keep my heart out of it. Treat it like a business deal.
But the more I’m around her, the harder it’s becoming to keep my heart locked away.
I reach under the sink and grab the pharmacy bag.
I thought it was a good idea at the time, but now I’m second-guessing myself.
Fuck! I’ve become weak.
I put the bag back. Stare down at it. Grab it again.
“Hey, Kane … can you—” Brielle opens the bathroom door and glances at me curiously. “What’s in the pharmacy bag?”
“An out-of-date prescription,” I lie. “Found it when I was making room for your stuff and forgot to throw it away. What’s up?” I ask, changing the subject.
She looks like she wants to question me, but instead, she turns around and lifts her blonde tresses, exposing her flawless back. “Can you unzip me, please?”
“Of course.” I fold up the bag and shove it into my tux jacket and then walk over to her.
As my fingers run down her back, lowering the zipper, Brielle outwardly shivers, and I grin, loving the way my touch affects her.
“There you go,” I say once it’s undone. “And in case I forgot to mention it, you looked beautiful tonight.”