Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Her surroundings blurred until nothing remained in her vision or mind but Ty, and she wanted these wonderful feelings to continue even more.
She wanted his hands and mouth on her. Those lips that spoke such wonderful words, she wanted to feel them on her skin and remember what it felt like to be unafraid of pain or humiliation with a man.
Ty could give that to her. He might be the only one she’d ever trust again.
Without thought, she threw herself forward and pressed her lips against his. He froze as though someone had dipped him in liquid nitrogen.
But he didn’t pull away.
His lips were warm and soft but pressed down tight. Kelsie ran her tongue along the seam, capturing a hint of bitter coffee before giving his lower lip a sharp nip.
Ty grunted. His hands landed on her hips before he yanked them away, then grabbed her again as though afraid to touch but unable to stop himself.
How hot was that?
Yet it wasn’t enough.
She scrambled into his lap and kissed him harder.
He groaned and lost the battle, grabbing her thighs and holding tight. His mouth opened, accepting her tongue, which she slipped right inside.
The control he’d allowed her for the past few moments vanished instantly. Ty took over, plundering her mouth with the kind of confidence and experience that spoke to his years over her in the best way. This was a man who knew how to wring pleasure out of a woman.
He coasted his hand up her spine, then gripped the back of her head, tilting her chin up so he could better ravage her mouth. She felt every stroke of his tongue as though he were between her legs instead of at her mouth. She was at his mercy, and she’d never loved anything more. Her body hummed with pleasure from his taste and the aggressive way he kissed her, yet she’d never felt safer. He wouldn’t hurt her. He would only deliver more of this bone-melting pleasure.
His grip on her hair tightened, causing the strands to pull against her scalp. Kelsie moaned and shifted in his lap. She was needy and wanted to grind against him for relief. She had her arm around him, testing all those impressive muscles in his back with her curious fingers. Their tongues danced, and their lips met again and again. She didn’t fight him for control but met him where he wanted her with hungry kisses.
He slid his other hand to her ass and squeezed as he ground her against the very hard bulge in his pants. A shocking bolt of pleasure speared through her core, making her cry out.
In an instant, he was gone.
Ty practically launched her off him as he backed up until he hit the opposite end of the couch. Kelsie fell against the cushion, panting.
What the hell happened?
“Fuck.” Ty stood and raked a hand through his hair as he paced away from her. “Jesus, fuck, I’m sorry.” He spun back. The expression of self-loathing on his face made her want to cry.
“Ty, it’s okay.”
“What?” He blinked at her, then shook his head. “No, it’s fucking not okay. You…” He gestured in her direction. “And I…” He shook his head. “I shouldn’t have done that. Christ, I shouldn’t have touched you. I’m so sorry.”
She stood and stepped toward him, but he raised a hand, warding her off. “Ty, I threw myself at you. I kissed you. I climbed in your lap for God’s sake.”
“Doesn’t matter.” He paced again. “I had my hands—” He cringed as though the memory of touching her disgusted him, and her stomach soured. The last thing she’d ever want was to make him feel as though he’d violated her in some way, even if his post-kiss freakout stung like a damn hive of bees. She knew violation, and what happened a few seconds ago couldn’t have been further from it.
“Ty, I promise you, I wanted it. I wanted you.” She ignored the invisible wall he erected between them and grabbed his arms. “I wanted it, and I liked it.”
God, how she’d liked it. Even with him freaking out, her lips still tingled, and her breasts felt heavy with unfulfilled need. She was aware of the strength in his forearms in a way she hadn’t been before. How the crisp, dark hair felt against her palms.
He didn’t seem to have heard her. “I need to go,” he said, tugging out of her grip. “Fuck, it’s my house.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I’m gonna take a quick walk. Will you be okay here?”
The way he looked out for her, even as he berated himself, warmed her heart. “Please don’t leave. You did nothing wrong.”
He grunted. “Nothing wrong. Right. I’m no better than that fucker from this morning.” He turned his back to her, grabbed his sunglasses off the counter, then stormed toward the front door.