Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Once the longest dinner I’ve ever endured is over, we clean the kitchen while Grams heads off to the living room to watch her nightly shows.
The second we’re alone in the kitchen, all bets are off. I crowd Reine back against the counter, pinning her with my hips, my hands braced on either side of her body. She gasps, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, and I can’t help grinning like a motherfucker. God, she’s gorgeous. The way she looks at me drives me absolutely insane.
“You have any idea what you do to me, Montana?” My voice is rough with pure need while my cock grows painfully hard. Her lips part, but she doesn’t answer, just stares at me.
I lean in and press my mouth to hers, slow at first, just savoring the taste of her. She moans, soft and sweet, and my control shreds to nothing. I kiss her deeper, my tongue sliding into her mouth, claiming her. Fuck, I could drown in the taste of her. There’s nothing in the world as addictive as the way Reine melts against me, her body pressed so tight I swear we’re fusing at the seams.
She gasps, her hands fisting in my shirt, and the sound drives every rational thought straight out of my fucking skull. I grind her against the counter, pinning her with my hips so she can feel just how hard she gets me. My cock is a steel rod in my jeans, and all I can think about is getting her naked and spread out for me, right the fuck now.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” I growl against her mouth, inhaling the little noises she makes when I nibble her lower lip. She’s panting, cheeks bright pink, blue eyes wide and wild. All for me. Damn right.
I slide my hand up under her shirt, dragging my palm over her bare skin. I palm her ribcage and catch the edge of her bra, tugging it up so my thumb can graze the underside of her tit. Her breath hitches. That's all it takes for my restraint to snap like a dry twig in August heat.
She stares up at me, lips parted, eyes blown wide, her whole body trembling. Jesus. I want to tear her clothes off right here, lay her out on the kitchen counter, and make her scream my name, but I know now isn’t the right time. I pull back and lay my forehead against hers. “We’ll finish this as soon as Grams goes to bed,” I promise her.
She giggles, breathless, her hands tangled in my shirt like she needs the anchor. “I can’t wait.”
I let go, just enough to let her catch her breath, but I never break eye contact. Every time I look at her, I want her more than I want my next breath. Fuck.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
REINE
When Grams’ show finally comes to an end, I glance around the corner and watch her pad down the hallway, her old slippers shuffling on the linoleum. The second her bedroom door clicks shut, it’s like someone takes their finger off the pause button.
Cole’s on me before I can blink, pinning my hips to the kitchen counter.
“Finally,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair out of my eyes with a touch so soft it makes my breath hitch. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”
“It’s been the longest night ever,” I deadpan, but my voice comes out in a whisper because his hands are already under my shirt. I clutch at his shirt, knuckles white, but he’s already picking me up and carrying me down the hallway.
He looks down at me for a second, just breathing. “I need you more than my next breath.”
I lean up and kiss his stubbled chin. “Then stop talking and show me how much.”
That’s all the encouragement he needs. He sets me on my feet and pulls my shirt over my head before reaching behind me to unhook my bra. After tossing them aside, he gives me a little push, and I fall back onto the bed. I lean up on my elbows and watch as he steps back to peel his shirt over his head. I reach for him, wanting his skin on mine, but he tuts and shakes his head.
“Hands above your head. Don’t move,” he growls, and I shiver so hard the bed shakes.
I obey, heart pounding. He slowly removes my boots and socks, then pulls my jeans off in one slow, torturous move. My eyes cross when he kisses his way up my leg, pausing to bite at my inner thigh just hard enough to make me squeak.
His fingers trail up my ribs, and then he closes his mouth around my nipple. I dig my fingers into the soft covers as he sucks until I’m gasping and squirming. He moves to the other side, repeating the process, pinning my hips so I can’t escape even if I wanted to.