Page 98 of Counting On You

Chapter Twenty-Five

Kaiden

Now that thewords have been spoken, I know they can’t ever be taken back.

I lean into her, breathing in the scent of her skin, wondering how the hell it happened that I started to like a woman who’s in love with another guy?

It has to be the chase. To want something that’s unattainable, because that’s exactly what’s she’s been so far.

My first real challenge in years.

My personal prize for getting this rehab thing done.

My little emergency kit.

Cash’s bet hasn’t been much on my mind lately. I’d almost forgotten about it.

Until now.

All I can think about is all the ways I want to kiss every inch of her body to make sure she’s branded for life. I want to bite into her skin to see if she tastes as sweet and delicious as she looks. I want her to ride up and down my dick, my hands buried in her hair, tugging as she screams with pleasure. But can I do that in good conscience when I know my motivations are corrupt?

I’m supposed to fuck her to win a bet.

And yet all I want is to take care of her.

“Vicky,” I whisper. “I don’t want you to do something you’ll come to regret later.”

The warning is there, hanging heavy in the air. I silently implore her to grasp it, to go and never look back. She deserves to be happy. Bruce can’t give her that, but I’m not sure that I can either.

“It’s too late for that.” She shifts closer to me, pushing her hips against my thigh. “You have to finish what we started.”

My heart speeds up. She’s echoing my thoughts, but without my hesitation.

A soft smile’s playing on her lips as she rises to her knees and positions herself in front of me until her lips are inches from mine. Her eyes shimmer with determination. I know what she’s about to do a moment before she shrugs out of her jacket and removes her shirt. My gaze sticks to her chest and I lick my lips in anticipation.

Her tits are perfect. Round and full, but not too big. The rosy mounds beg to be licked and sucked.

She notices my staring and lifts her hands to cover up.

“You’re beautiful, Vicky.” I meet her gaze. “I want to see all of you.”

She doesn’t need much persuasion. I watch her as she strips. My whole body fills with want, sending tingles of excitement to my balls.

Sheisbeautiful—that wasn’t a lie.

I could just sit here, watching her until time stands still. Her body moves with the grace of a dancer, her hips swaying slowly as her panties gather at her feet.

Her fingers brush up her neck, and she gathers her hair in her fist, exposing her delicate neck. I know she’s trying to seduce me.

And fuck, it’s working.

As if sensing my thoughts, she touches my hand, guiding it between her legs. I shudder with want at how wet she is.

Her whole body is hot.

Hot to touch, hot to feel. Another shudder courses through my body.

I fight the urge to grab her and bury her beneath me.

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