Stop now! He was already throbbing, and this book had proved to him he no longer needed to pick up a copy of Playboy to read something sexy. Not that he’d done that in a while, he defended himself. Instead of stopping, though, he continued reading. The heroine was thinking about all the nice things Brett had done for her. Smart lady. See! He wanted to call up Roxie right this instant. Look, in your book you’re so enamored with, the heroine understands what a great guy the hero is. She’s lamenting about the wonderful things he’s done for her.
Kian grinned. Yeah, she’s thinking about those nice things, and she’s gonna get naked. He laughed out loud. Maybe it was good he was only having these thoughts instead of speaking them. He might come across as a pig. Hell, all men were pigs. Women had to know that by now. They were controlled by sex, food, and power. Love, too, he added. He did a lot out of love. Love for his family, for his career, for sex, and for food. He chuckled again, then continued to read.
I’m a survivor. If he breaks my heart, I’ll pick myself up and go on.
Kian stopped. Those words hit him hard. Was that how Roxie felt? She had every right to feel that way. She’d survived so much. Was she broken in more ways than he could have imagined? Was there something more he could do for her to help her heal?
Shaking his head, Kian continued reading, then cringed. What the hell? He could do without male body parts being described.
Her gaze slid lower, across his flat stomach to his dark-blue briefs that did nothing to conceal his enormous erection.
Yeah, Kian would bet the guy had a giant sock in his pants. Not many men were as blessed as he was when it came to a satisfying cock. He knew what he had, and he was more than happy to please his woman with it. But in a book, he supposed an author couldn’t exactly say something like, His three-inch penis was gonna pound her so hard. Kian laughed again. Maybe he should stick to doctoring and not try to write a romance book.
Her thighs quivered as warmth spread through her.
Now we’re getting somewhere! Kian was picturing Roxie reading this, her thighs quivering, her hot core getting wet. He should stop. He really should stop. But there was no way he was going to now.
Thoughts evaporated from Kian’s mind as he got absorbed in the love scene. His mind flashed with images of Roxie and him tangled up on his giant bed. He read the scene and imagined doing all the hero was doing with her. He wanted her so badly, he was about to explode without a single touch to his body.
. . . flicked his tongue back and forth over her nipple . . .
. . . tongue darted across her lower lips . . .
His tongue plunged in and out of her . . .
. . . dipped the tip of his cock into her . . .
That’s it! He had to admit he was officially a romance-book fan. Kian threw down his Kindle, his breathing heavy. He needed Roxie, and he needed her now. He picked up his phone. How persuasive he could be?
Chapter Twenty-Two
Lily had been asleep for an hour, and Roxie was lying in bed reading. She’d forgone the tea, going straight for her bottle of wine. Her body was still on fire, and the worst possible thing she could do right at this moment was drink a couple of glasses of wine while reading a romance book.
But she’d been so busy with taking care of Lily and then moving and finding a job that she hadn’t been able to finish her book, and it was a good one. She was a little bit in love with the hero of the story, Brett Westerly. He actually reminded her a little of Kian. Though Brett was a businessman and all, and Kian was a doctor, their attitudes certainly lined up.
And Roxie was very aware that the last thing she should be doing was reading about sex when her body was so hot as it was, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself. She guzzled down her glass of wine and decided one more glass wouldn’t hurt anyone.
She went and refilled, then climbed back into bed and grabbed her Kindle. Before she could get back into the story, her phone buzzed, showing she had a message. It was almost ten, and she couldn’t imagine who’d be texting.
When she opened the message and saw it was from Kian, she felt a stirring of excitement low in her stomach. She could pretend she was asleep and dive back into her book, but she found herself putting down the Kindle and picking up her phone. Maybe it was the wine, and maybe it was the book, and maybe it was the hot make-out session from a few hours before. Whatever it was, she didn’t think too hard about opening a door that should remain closed.
He groaned in approval and thrust his tongue deeply inside her.
Roxie was in shock as she read the message. She reread it again and felt moisture pool in her core. She squeezed her thighs together as an unbearable ache took over her body. He’d downloaded the book she was reading. He was texting her a line from one of the sex scenes, and she was as hot as hell. She’d never had a phone-sexting conversation before. Should she play along? It was a bad idea.
Squeezing her thighs tightly together, she decided to respond.
She put a leg over one of his shoulders and pulled him closer with it, urging him to continue.
It was too late to go back now. She’d responded, and she could see where he was typing. Rubbing her legs up and down, the friction on her thighs was driving her mad, but she couldn’t help it. She grabbed her glass of wine and took another deep swallow, then licked her lips, imagining it was him doing it for her.
His tongue plunged in and out of her, deeper with each stroke.
Hot damn! She felt as if she were in the book, as if she were being stroked and teased, built up slowly. Though it wasn’t exactly happening slow, not at all. She was hot and aching, and her fingers caressed the screen of her phone as she decided what she wanted to do next. Her room was dark and her head slightly fuzzy. She replied.
I’m hot, so damn hot right now . . .
Letting go of her inhibitions, Roxie’s hand slid down her pajama pants, and she ran her fingers across her aching slit. Her body jumped from the bed at that gentle touch. She’d eased her own ache before but never while this turned on. It had been out of necessity before she’d thought she’d explode from the buildup, but it was always such a letdown, and she’d hungered to be filled; she hungered for one person to do it. She’d close her eyes and picture Kian on top of her, his sweaty chest brushing against her nipples, his solid erection penetrating her in the most filling way.
Slowly, Roxie’s thighs opened as she slid her hand lower and slipped two fingers inside her heat. She bit her lip to keep from groaning as the next message popped up on her phone. It was difficult to see through the blurriness of her vision.
I want to make you hotter. I’m dying here. Let me come over and finish this. Please.
Roxie felt as if she were going out of her mind. She wanted fulfillment. She shouldn’t do it, shouldn’t allow this to happen, but she wanted him so badly, and she didn’t think she was going to get the same release without him.
My hand doesn’t come close to the tight hold of your wet heat. Let me come to you. I’m hard and aching. I want you. I’m lying here picturing your fingers deep inside that hot core, and I want to replace them with my own. I want to run my tongue along your tightness and push it inside before I bury myself deep within you. I want to take you deep, and I want to bury myself in your mouth and hot core. Just say one word and I’ll be there in five minutes.
Kian definitely lived more than five minutes away, but she had a feeling he’d be here that fast. She could get the satisfaction she so desperately needed. Before she could change her mind, she found herself typing.