Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
I reach for my jeans and pull out the three from my wallet.
Did I put fresh ones once I started this new job with Kira, just in case?
Yes. Yes, I did.
Am I proud of it, considering I’m only supposed to be here to protect her? And the fact that she’s fourteen years younger than me?
I don’t give a fuck at the moment; I’m just grateful I’m prepared. I tear a couple open with my teeth and toss them off to the side.
TWENTY-ONE
KIRA
Crawling naked toward Isaak is one of the craziest, most freeing moments of my life.
This kind of thing is something I always wanted to do but was always too scared to ask for. I’m usually so careful with how I present myself—how my outfit reads, how I come across, and the constant mental battle of wondering if I should be sucking in my stomach or not.
But tonight’s not about being careful. It’s about giving in. There’s something about Isaak’s unapologetic confidence that allows me to completely be myself.
I want to bite him and lick him and fuck him. And my nerves are sizzling with the knowledge that I’ll probably get to do all of it before the night is through.
As long as I don’t get too in my head about it. That’s usually my problem during sex. I glance at a guy’s feet and then can’t get the image out of my head. Men’s feet are never pretty. But then I start questioning if he’s looked at my feet, which makes me obsess about when I last had my pedicure and wonder when I could maybe fit my next appointment into my busy schedule.
Gah, I’m doing it!
To try to ground myself back in the moment and intentionally not look anywhere near Isaak’s feet, I close my eyes and nuzzle my face against his shoulder. I take a moment to breathe in and just feel him. His skin is shockingly soft. I hear him inhaling me back as his nose skims across my shoulder.
Goddamn. The magic of connection with another human being is electric, buzzing like the sparks between us whenever we touch. Even when our fingers have just skimmed each other’s this week. Our chemistry has been bursting since the day I met him if I’m honest. Still, I can barely believe we’re finally giving in to this.
I open my mouth and bite at his shoulder.
Isaak. This is Isaak, who I can be completely myself with. I bite harder. I want to leave my teeth marks on him. He grunts but doesn’t pull away.
I kiss and lick the mark I’ve just made, then reach up and dig my hands into his thick hair, dragging my fingers down the back of his neck.
His body is a work of art.
There’s a soft rug on the ground so I crawl around and knock his shoulder with my shoulder. I want him on his back.
But he doesn’t go down easy. He crawls around to face me, his huge forearms flexed as he lunges forward and nuzzles me in the space between my neck and face. He bites down, but not nearly as hard as I did. He just nibbles at my neck before he begins to suck and lick at the same time.
Holy shit, that feels good.
But if we’re going primal, I don’t want to go down easy. I want to play. I jump up on the bed. He growls and swipes for my leg, but I laugh and manage to yank my foot out of his grasp at the last moment.
He’s on the bed in a flash, making me screech with laughter and leap off the other side. I scramble on the carpet and try to hide by crawling around the bottom of the bed. I hear his heavy body drop down to the carpet right where I just was.
I yelp and barely scramble to the other side of the bed where I first jumped up.
I barely have time to reach up and yank a pillow down before he’s crawling around the bottom of the bed to follow me. I swing it to swat at his head before he can grab me.
If we had more space, I’d really make it a chase. My core clenches with how the thought turns me on. All this has always been forbidden to a girl who grew up like me. It was all skirts-with-hemlines-past-the-knees and one-piece bathing suits.
I start to smack the shit out of him with the soft pillow until feathers explode out of it.
The deep rumble of his laugh echoes around the room, but he suddenly disappears as the feathers rain down. I swipe at them as I look around.
But he’s gone. Did he crawl around the bottom of the bed again, expecting me to follow so he could ambush me there?
Curiously, I start to crawl that way. I don’t think I would mind an ambush so much. I bite the bottom of my lip.