The Close-Up (Hollywood Renaissance #1.5) Read Online Kennedy Ryan

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Novella, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Hollywood Renaissance Series by Kennedy Ryan
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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
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“Ticklish?” I chuckle.

“Something like that.” She runs a hand over my hair and looks down at me, affection softening the bold lines of her face. “That night at my house, on the roof, I thought you were the most beautiful boy I’d ever seen. I knew you’d grow up to be a beautiful man, Naz, but I had no idea.”

Hearing her refer to our past, however brief it was, does something to me. My chest tightens, and I swallow deeply. We only had one night, but it’s one I’ve never forgotten. She is the one I’ve never forgotten.

“I feel cheated,” I admit, gently pushing her to the bench in the shower.

“Why?”

“What if we could have had this all along? What if we’d gotten to see then where this could go?”

“It’s the past,” she says, caressing the nape of my neck.

I push her legs open and sit back on my heels, studying her pretty pussy. No one will take this—her—away from me again. My will hardens, and I grit my teeth.

Fuck two weeks.

When I open her up, her clit still seems a little swollen. Not sure if it’s from last night’s clit clamp or arousal. She tasted so good. I loved waking up, smelling her all around me, all over me. I hitch one of her thighs over my shoulder and French kiss her slit, pulling the nub of nerves into my mouth.

“Ooooh, Naz, yes,” she moans, undulating into my kiss. “That’s it.”

In seconds, I’m devouring her, barely cognizant of her cries. She’s slick with water and her own essence. Her scent mixes with the bodywash, and it’s heady and intoxicating. She digs one hand into my scalp and the other into my shoulder while she rides it out, stiffening with her orgasm and slumping into the wall.

When I look up, her pupils are blown wide with lust and satisfaction. Her mouth hangs open, staccato breaths forced from her heaving chest. Our eyes lock, and for long seconds, neither of us says anything. Our connection, even though we haven’t fully consummated it, is incredibly sexual, but it’s also intimate. Every hot touch is tender and caring, even the ones that carry a sting of pain like her nails digging into my arm. Worth it.

She stands, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet. With a gentle shove to my shoulder, she pushes me down to the bench where she was just seated.

“Stay here,” she says, her voice hushed, husky. “I’ll be right back.”

She’s only gone seconds, and when she returns, it’s with a gold foil square. My eyes zip to her face. She holds it up, and for once, her smile carries a trace of uncertainty.

“I mean…” She slides her eyes to the mosaic tiles of the shower. “If you want to.”

I reach for her, grab her by the ass, and pull her toward me to stand between my long legs spread where I’m seated on the bench.

“I want,” I mutter, my voice so deep and low I barely recognize it. “I want everything you have, Kira.”

And I don’t just mean her body. We’ve only been back in each other’s lives for such a short time, and we only had one night years ago, but I want everything from this woman. Her secrets, her fears, her hopes, and ambitions. I want to see where we could go.

She eases her spread thighs over mine, and my legs are so long and so much bigger than hers, it stretches her wide open. Compared to me, she’s small, and it makes me want to be careful. As strong as she is, the last thing I would ever want to do is hurt her.

“Hey.” I take her jaw into my hand and wait for her to look at me. “I want you to know this is important to me. You’re important to me, Kira.”

She blinks, surprise and pleasure darkening her beautiful eyes. “For me, too,” she says.

I lean in, cupping her head and kissing her, urging her lips open so I can taste her again. Her sweetness mixes with the saltiness of my cum on her tongue, and I growl. Tasting myself on her unleashes a primal urge inside me, and I grip her butt in my hands, bringing her close to hover over my stiff dick.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, sir.” She grins, holding up the condom again. “What you not gonna do is hit it raw the first time. Let’s wrap this right on up. This is the biggest condom I have. I hope it fits.”

We both laugh as she slides the condom over my length with fingers that tremble the slightest bit. When it’s fitted over me, our laughter dissipates. Her expression sobers, and she leans forward, grips my nape, and rains kisses over my nose, my cheekbones, my chin. I catch her mouth with mine, groaning when she sucks my tongue inside, exploring the roof of my mouth. Finally, she presses her forehead to mine, bracing her arms on my shoulders to lift and then sink down onto me.


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