Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
It wasn’t long before the ache deep inside had my hips rocking.
Kylo sucked in a steadying breath. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Ride me.”
There was no choice with the need spreading through me once again, leaving me rocking, then circling, finding the pace my body was begging for.
As I circled, Kylo’s hips rocked up into me, intensifying the sensations until the need started to reach a fever pitch.
But as it did, I reached for him, pulling until he was shifting up, his arms wrapping around me, holding me as I reached that edge, then toppled over, holding onto him as I cried out.
Even as I was still moaning and clenching around him, he was getting to his feet.
I had no idea where we were going until I felt my back slam against the wall of the building.
Then he was fucking me again.
Hard.
Fast.
Relentless.
Until one orgasm was building to another.
I swear I blacked out from the intensity of it.
And this time, as I moaned, Kylo groaned as he surged deep, his body tensing as he came with me.
I couldn’t say how long we stayed just like that—my arms and legs wrapped around him, his body pressing mine against the wall, our breaths and heartbeats coming too fast.
But by the time Kylo eased back and I let my legs lower, my thighs ached and pins and needles assaulted every nerve ending the second my feet hit the cement.
“Charlie horse?” Kylo asked, holding my arms.
“Pins and needles,” I admitted.
The bemused smile he shot me chased away any of those awkward post-sex, ‘we’re still naked here’ feelings that might have popped up.
“Okay. I got it,” I said, sucking in a deep breath when I felt like I could move again.
“Okay. I’ll be right back,” he said, giving my arms a quick squeeze before walking back into the suite.
Did I watch his ass as he went?
I was only human.
But as soon as he was out of sight, I made a mad dash over to my towel as I tried to cover up all my bits and bobs. Because with the desire sated for the moment, I was acutely aware of just how exposed I was. How exposed we’d been.
Panic threatened, making my belly twist.
As I pulled on the towel, though, I reminded myself that we were up really high and that the nearest other tall buildings were likely too far away for anyone to see anything anyway.
Even if they did, well, they wouldn’t know who I was.
I found my wet bathing suit pieces and Kylo’s boxer briefs and set them out in the sun to dry before making my way inside the suite.
Kylo came out of the bathroom with his own towel slung dangerously low on his hips.
I’d lost track of how many times I’d orgasmed, but it was plenty. There was no rational reason I felt my damn sex clench at the sight of him.
“So,” he said, head tipping to the side, “food?”
“Oh, God, yes. Food.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Kylo
That was wrong.
On every fucking level, it was unforgivable.
Especially knowing where I was going to be taking her after her bucket list day was over. Knowing that she would never have done that with me if she had all the information she was about to.
But she’d been there, been sweet, been receptive. And once we touched, yeah, there was no going back.
I didn’t regret it because I didn’t want it.
Fuck, did I want it.
I wanted more, in fact.
But she was going to feel so fucking betrayed. Rightfully so.
“You okay?” Rue asked, sitting cross-legged on the couch in one of the hotel robes and, I hated myself for noticing, nothing else.
She had a fry lifted to her lips, the tip dotted with barbecue sauce, which she claimed was the superior fry condiment.
We’d torn through the food we’d ordered, both ravenous from earlier activities.
We’d ordered the burger and fries, the lasagna, and the steak with mashed potatoes… and split everything. Though she’d take eighty percent of the fries. She needed it more than I did.
There’d been a stark difference between seeing her in a bathing suit this time and last time. In such a small window of time, she’d clearly dropped several pounds, making her ribs jut out more than before.
It didn’t take a genius to know that was because her mental health had taken a nosedive, making her too queasy to eat properly.
You wouldn’t know that looking at her now, though. Not only was she shoveling the food in, but her shoulders were relaxed; that haunted look was no longer in her eyes; her smile was back.
She’d always been gorgeous, but it was even more noticeable right then, with her hair air-drying, her face a little sun-kissed, and a bit of barbecue sauce gleaming at the corner of her lips that I wanted to lean forward and kiss away.
I forced myself to stay in my seat on the other couch, though, not wanting to make shit any worse.