Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
While trailing kisses down her neck and along her collarbone, I reach between us and cup her material-clad pussy. I haven’t even touched her down there yet, but I can already feel the wetness.
When my mouth hits the waistband of her underwear, I hook my fingers around the sides, and she lifts so I can slide them down her legs.
I bend so I’m eye level with her neatly trimmed pussy and give it a kiss before I move a little lower and stick my nose between her lips, inhaling her scent.
“Fuck, you smell so good.”
She reaches out and drags her fingers through my hair. “Please, Shane,” she begs.
Separating her lips, I lick up the center, stopping at her clit and giving it some attention.
Kinsley moans in pleasure, telling me she likes what I’m doing, so I do it again and again, until her pussy is dripping onto the edge of the table and she’s practically shaking.
“More,” she commands, fisting my hair and pushing my face toward her when I stop for a second to get a good look at her pink pussy.
“You got it, Sour Patch,” I murmur before I dive back in.
I lick and suck on her swollen clit, and I could easily make her come like this, but I want to give her the more she asked for. So, with my tongue massaging her clit, I thrust one finger, then two into her pussy. It takes a few times before I find the right spot, but once I do, between my tongue on her clit and my fingers in her cunt, she finally lets go, coming long and hard, soaking my mouth and hand as I lap up her juices, trying to memorize the taste of her.
“I feel like this is all very one-sided,” Kinsley mutters as I stand, mentally wondering how I should make her come for a second time.
“As it should be,” I tell her, reaching over and tweaking her nipple. “Tonight is about you.”
“No,” she disagrees. “Tonight is about us.”
She grips the bottom of my shirt and pulls it over my head, then leans in and presses a soft kiss to the area right over my heart. “It’s about the start of something new.”
She unbuttons my jeans and pushes them down my legs, then wraps her hands around my neck and pulls me down to her. “It’s about me accepting that the past happened, that it can’t be changed, but wanting a future with you.”
Her mouth captures mine as her hand slides between us and wraps around my shaft. I could fuck her on the edge of this table, but it won’t be comfortable for her. So, instead, I climb onto it, making her giggle into my mouth.
Our kissing intensifies as I grip her thighs and guide myself inside of her. She’s drenched from her orgasm and so goddamn warm. When I bottom out inside of her, we both moan into each other’s mouth. And then I start to fuck her slowly, not wanting the connection between us to end. Wanting to stay like this, inside of her, for as long as possible.
“Shane,” Kinsley murmurs, breaking the kiss and meeting my gaze with hers. “I promise I won’t break. Please, fuck me harder.”
“Your wish is my command,” I tell her as I drop my hands onto the table on either side of her head.
With the felt of the pool table helping with the traction, I start to fuck her harder, deeper. Her walls clench around my cock like a vise, and too soon, she’s screaming my name as her climax hits, taking me straight over the edge with her.
“God, that was so good,” she breathes as we stay just like this, both of us attempting to catch our breath. “How soon can we do that again?”
I glance up at her and shake my head. “Are you even real?” I ask, wondering how the fuck I got so lucky to have her in my life, in my arms.
While her grief is a part of who she is, she’s so much more than that. She’s sweet and selfless and so goddamn sexy and strong and talented. She has a huge heart that she wears on her sleeve, and it’s the reason why she took the accident so hard. She cares deeply and passionately.
“I am,” she says, palming the sides of my face, “and thanks to you, I finally feel like I’m living my life again.”
SEVENTEEN
Kinsley
“You’re really not going to give me your number?” Shane looks at me incredulously from the driver’s seat of his truck. “I gave you not one, but two orgasms, and I still haven’t earned your number?”
“I mean, the orgasms were good,” I say with a smirk. “But I’m just not ready for that level of commitment yet.”
I shrug, and he chuckles.
Shane ended up staying while I did the inventory. We listened to music, argued over whose playlist was better, and talked about nothing of importance. We laughed and flirted, and it felt nice … comfortable. The way it always does with Shane.