Page 77 of Exposed

And his growing erection fits against my sex like we were created for each other.

His endless blue eyes burn into me. “Don’t ever settle, baby. You deserve everything and more.”

I slide my hands up until they land on his neck. Our lips are a breath away from each other, and I’m overwhelmed in every way.

Good.

And bad.

I decide to tell him the truth. “I don’t know what to think aboutyou. You make me question everything.”

He spreads his legs, which opens my sex farther. “There are some days I don’t know what to think about me, either, so I don’t blame you.”

Lord. I thought his erection was thick and long before.

He feels so good even through jean shorts. I can’t help but grind myself down onto him.

“You make me question those standards I’ve held onto like a lifeline.”

My words don’t offend him. If anything, I think they might challenge him. Either that, or he just doesn’t care at the moment. “Am I that bad?”

I shake my head. “No. You’re that different.”

His hand on my bottom slides down to cup me between the legs.

My eyes fall shut, and my jaw goes slack.

I feel that everywhere. Low in my belly and farther south, between my legs. I’m not sure I can focus on anything at the moment besides what my body wants. Not standards, not cartels, and not broken childhoods.

All I can think about is the present.

King does not fit the mold I created in my head of the perfect man, because King is not perfect. Not in the least.

King is extra in every way, especially in the ways that don’t fit me.

And it’s those things that intrigue me the most.

“How lucky am I that you didn’t know what you wanted,” he murmurs against the skin at my neck. His warm tongue snakes its way along my collarbone to dip between my breasts before his hand tangles in my hair and pulls, forcing me to open my eyes. “Tell me what you want. Because right now, there’s nothing I want more than to touch you. I want to make you come so hard, you’ll forget everything in the world but me.”

The whirlwind he’s creating between my legs screams yes.

My heart agrees.

My head, on the other hand, is cautious.

Majority wins.

“Please.”

His eyes flare as he pulls my lips to his. If this kiss is a promise of what’s to come, I’m grateful for the popular vote.

I didn’t think his grip between my legs could be more possessive, but it tightens when he surges to his feet with me in his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck, and my legs round his waist in a vise. My home might be spacious for an apartment, but it takes no time to make it to my room.

My back hits my bed, and his fingers make quick work of the top two buttons of my shirt. King isn’t patient enough to mess with the rest when he realizes I’m bare beneath. I didn’t bother putting on a bra when I changed.

He pulls my shirt to the side and wraps his lips around my nipple.

He sucks.

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