Текст книги "Perfectly Imperfect"
Автор книги: Harper Sloan
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WILLOW DOESN’T STOP SMILING THE whole way out of the offices. She gives Mary a warm hug and promises to keep in touch. She turns toward me, and even though I know confronting her past wasn’t easy, she looks happier than I have ever seen her. I had misjudged just how much this last tie to her past weighed on her. I have no doubt that she finally feels as strong as I knew she had become. Giving them her forgiveness wouldn’t mean anything to anyone else, but to her it was the only way she could truly move on and be free from it.
The thought of letting her do this today had been filling me with unease all night and into the morning. I felt protective of her before we knew each other, so the thought of letting the woman I had come to love be in any pain I could prevent killed me. But when I stood by her side and watched her take charge of her future, I knew that moment was worth all the unsettling feelings I had.
Now, though, all of that is gone and the only thing I feel is pride. No, that’s not true. Witnessing all of that turned me on so much; I could have fucked her right there in the middle of Dominic’s office.
If watching her dominate the room wasn’t enough to have my cock painfully hard, hearing her response to Ivy almost made me come unglued.
I’ve never heard her cuss. Not once. But now, all I can think of is hearing her beg me to fuck her.
When the elevator doors close and shut us in solitude, I turn to her and back her against the wall. My mouth comes down to hers in a hungry kiss. All of the pent-up frustration I felt at having to keep my mouth shut while she got what she needed back there came out in the brutal, savage kiss. All my worry and fear for her bleeding from my body as I let my hands roam all over her body and feast against her mouth. Her moans driving my need for her higher until I have to tear myself away before I really do fuck her right here.
“I’m so proud of you, Willow.”
Her eyes open slowly, and I feel her fists uncoil around the fabric at my hips she had been fisting tightly.
“So fucking proud of you, baby.”
The hazy gaze of lust is still floating over her expression, but her cheeks go pink at my praise.
Bending down so that my lips are just feathering her ear, I whisper, “And one day soon, I’m going to hear you say that word again. You know the one. You’re going to say it when you’re begging me to take you.” I press my lips to the spot just under her ear that I know turns her on. I step back, just in time for the doors to slide open to the lobby.
Grabbing her hand, I lead us out and look around. Besides a few businessmen and women going about their day, there doesn’t seem to be anyone paying us any attention. I was half expecting to have my presence noticed on the way out, but the front lobby is eerily quiet. I would have proudly marched through a sea of reporters if they had been tipped off, but I’m glad I have Willow alone after what happened up there. I know she’s okay, but I still would feel better having her to myself just in case the enormity of cutting ties with her evil family hits her negatively.
Cam is standing outside the Range Rover when we walk into the crisp November air. He stands from his relaxed position leaning against the SUV and moves to open the back door. I allow Willow to slide in first and look around one more time, seeing nothing but the normal busyness of New York City. Shoppers, tourists, and locals going about their business without a care.
I climb in and ignore my belt, sliding across until my arm is over her shoulder. She’s tucked into my side right where she belongs.
“I just talked to William. He said the jet is fueled and final prep is underway. They’ll be ready to take off as soon as we get there.”
“Thanks, Cam,” I respond. Turning my attention from Cam’s reflection in the rearview mirror, I look at Willow. The small smile still on her lips and her eyes closed while she relaxes against me.
“Are you ready to leave New York City and come home with me?” I ask, my words meaning a lot more than just asking if she’s ready for her move. She’s coming home, maybe not in my home just yet, but she is most definitely coming home where she belongs. By my side. And if I have my way, she will never be leaving.
She nods and leans her head back against the arm resting on her shoulder. “I am ready, so ready.”
“The rest of your stuff will arrive Wednesday, but that should give us plenty of time to get you unpacked before filming picks back up. Are you sure you packed everything you’ll need right away?”
“Yeah, Kane. I have everything I need right here.” Her hand gives my thigh a squeeze, and I know she isn’t talking about the three overflowing suitcases in the back of the SUV.
“Yeah, baby, likewise.”
The rest of our ride is silent, and when we pull into the private airstrip, Willow climbs out and looks at the jet in awe. I should have known she wouldn’t assume we would be flying privately, but it didn’t even cross my mind. I’m starting to see my world in a new light. An excited infectiousness that has me looking forward to introducing her to much more.
We make small talk with my pilot, William. Usually, I would have had an attendant fly with me, but I wanted to have this time alone with Willow. Anything that we need, I can take care of myself. Cam, wearing many hats as usual, will be co-piloting during our trip home.
Willow climbs up the stairs and into the cabin of my plane, looking around with wide eyes. “This is yours?”
I nod. “Well, it’s Kane Entertainment property, but yes, it’s mine.”
“Holy crap.” She sighs.
I laugh and show her around the interior. There really isn’t much. My other plane is larger, but when it’s just me, I like to do my part in making my carbon footprint at least a little smaller.
There are two leather seats on either side of a small table against one wall, a couch on the other, and a refrigerated cooler against the back wall that holds wine, small snacks when stocked, and a handful of liquors.
“What’s through there?” Willow asks with her hand pointing toward the rear of the plane.
I feel like the hunter stalking his prey when I move toward her without answering. Judging on how her brown eyes darken, she has a pretty good idea of what’s behind that door.
“Let me show you.” My voice sounds raspy to my ears, and I can feel the slight tremors of unsteady nerves running through my body.
I need her.
My body needs her.
Fuck.
Taking hold of her hand, I open the door that leads to the bedroom, walking past the small bathroom off this hallway. Since this is my private jet and not one I use for entertainment purposes, it’s designed so I can rest between locations, but I also made sure I would be able to freshen up when needed. The seating area and bathroom being minimal, but back here it is pure luxury.
“Holy crap.” She repeats her earlier shock.
“I think you said that already.” I laugh.
“Yeah, well, excuse me for not being able to express in words how stunning this is. I never knew they even made aircrafts like this.” She moves into the room and spins slowly around. “Kane, this is bigger than my old bedroom.”
“It is not.” She looks at me in shock, and I laugh harder. “It just looks bigger. It’s the windows.”
She turns around again, moving in a slow circle and looking over every inch. I wasn’t lying, the windows do make it appear to be a larger space than it is, and the bed is just a double, so it gives the illusion of unlimited space. Just a bed, two leather chairs on either side of the door we just walked through, and both sides of the jet designed with windows that span the length of the room.
“It’s beautiful.” She sighs, her voice holding a dreamy tone.
Not taking my eyes off her, I respond, “Stunning.”
I get her attention, knowing damn well I’m not talking about a stupid fucking jet I could give away tomorrow without a second thought. What I’m looking at right now, that expression on her face—I would do anything to keep this carefree happiness in place.
“Come on. Let’s go have a seat and maybe a glass of wine before we take off.”
More like give me some time to calm the fuck down so I can wait long enough for us to get airborne and for me to get Willow in that bed.
I wasn’t kidding earlier when I said how much I wanted to hear her begging me to fuck her. It’s going to happen. Soon.
It takes longer than normal for William and Cam to get up on the runway. Willow is all smiles as she relaxes in the living area; her face is pressed close to the window and she wears an open look of eagerness as we take off and leave New York behind. I can’t tell if she’s excited to be in my jet, if it’s flying in general, or if the day’s events are allowing her to move on carefree toward the future.
Or maybe she knows I’m about to come in my pants just watching her chest move with every breath she takes.
I bite back the groan that almost slips out when we hit a pocket of air and jolt slightly. The movement shifts my hips and pulls my pants tighter against my straining erection.
Fuck.
Lifting my glass, I take a slow pull of the bourbon, the burn down my throat just intensifying the one that had been blazing through my veins.
I crave her.
And I’m happily drowning in my obsession to own every part of her. All her smiles, laughs, moans, and screams.
“Are you okay?”
I open my eyes and look toward Willow. I hadn’t realized I was clenching my lids tightly closed until Willow’s voice broke through my thoughts.
“Kane?” she adds when I don’t answer her. I continue to let my eyes roam over her face before I drift my gaze down. Her ample chest makes my mouth water, and I move to place my drink down when I feel my grasp tighten around the glass.
“Kane?” This time, her voice isn’t inquisitive but worried. “Honey, are you okay? Do you not like flying?”
I shake my head. “I love flying.” Rough air rushes out with my words.
“Then what’s wrong?”
“Thank fucking Christ,” I mumble when I look out the window and see clouds in every visible direction. I release the latch on my seat belt instantly and then stand, move around the table, and brace myself with a hand on each of Willow’s armrests. My mouth crashes to hers, and her gasp gives me the opening I need to dip my tongue in and taste her.
The second my tongue licks against hers, she moans in my mouth. Her hands push into my hair and pull me closer. I don’t waste a second freeing her from her belt before I grab hold of her hips and lift her into my arms. Our mouths stay fused as I walk toward the back of the plane. Her fingers alternating between running through my hair and gripping the strands tightly when she wants more of my mouth.
“I’m about to lose my fucking mind,” I moan, pressing my hips against hers when I lower her back to the mattress. “All I can think of is hearing you beg me to fuck you. Beg me to take you. Scream my name when you come, begging me to keep fucking you. I’m going mad with the visions of the tits that have been teasing me all day bouncing in my face when you ride me. Fuck,” I shout when her fingers scrape down my torso with enough pressure that, if I wasn’t wearing a shirt, I know I would have red lines against my flesh.
“You want me to fuck you?” I ask, my teeth nipping at her neck and down her chest to the skin just above each swell of her breasts.
I feel the movement of her nod and smile against her skin. “Oh no, words only, Willow. You tell me what you want, and only then will I give it to you. But I promise you won’t get my cock until I hear that word that’s been driving me insane since we left Logan. Not one inch will you feel until you. Beg. Me.”
“Oh, God. Please don’t stop,” she pleads with her hips thrusting and rolling up from the bed, pressing roughly against my own.
I lean up, my hands on either side of her hips, and I grab her roughly. She gasps at the force with which I’m holding her before a long moan slips through her swollen lips.
“Yes,” she cries. “Please.”
“Tell me,” I command.
“Touch me.” Her already blushing cheeks redden more.
I give her a smirk full of promise, but nothing more. I hold her body from moving against mine and continue to drive her to the same point of insanity as my need has filled me.
“Not good enough, Willow.”
Her head moves against the mattress. I deny the friction she is desperate for even as I press myself harder against her.
“Please, Kane. I need you.”
“You need me to what?” I rasp. Fuck, if I don’t get inside of her soon, I’m going to come in my pants. I can feel her heat through both of our pants and the thin material of her top isn’t doing shit to hide her erect nipples from me. I know what’s under that top—the sinful lace that cups each of her heavy tits.
Licking my lips, I let go of her hips and slowly bring my hands to glide up her stomach. She used to flinch when I would touch her stomach, and it killed me each time, but now she doesn’t even so much as blink. Every time I see how far she’s come—from the woman who hated her body to this temptress in my hands now—pride as I’ve never known fills me.
“Yes,” she moans. I shake my head and wait. Her expression flashes, and for a split second, I can see a spark of anger. Oh no, there is no place for that shit. She’s mad that I’m pushing her, but not for long.
My hands grab each of her breasts, and I take the firm grasp I know she loves before letting go and removing my touch.
“Kane!” she snaps.
“Words, Willow. Give them to me and I’ll give you whatever you want.”
“Grab me, hard again,” she begs, and I instantly comply.
My hands back on the tits I love, and I give her exactly what she wants. It doesn’t take long before she’s writhing and moaning my name. Knowing her tits are so sensitive she could come just from me playing for a few minutes, I regretfully let go. She starts to protest, but I take hold of her shoulders and lift her to sit on the edge. Her legs still spread, my hips planted firmly against her, and I help her remove the jacket before the top and bra are flying over my shoulder.
She leans back, her palms hitting the mattress and those fucking perfect tits begging for my mouth. She knows I love cupping the heavy mounds in my hand, rolling her nipple under my tongue and between my teeth. Yeah, I’m pretty sure with her arrogant expression, she knows just how badly I want her.
“Lick me,” she commands in a voice that is calm despite the fact her breathing is coming so rapidly that her chest is shaking.
Fucking hell. She’s so close. So close to the point where her desire for what I can give her takes over and her inhibitions disappear.
“Where?” I rasp, my head already moving toward the tits that tempt me.
“My … pussy,” she whispers in a breathy voice with just the slightest hint of embarrassment.
The noise that comes from my throat makes her jump. A low groan that sounds almost animalistic.
“Fuck, baby.” I continue toward the tit I was about to run my tongue over and bite her nipple with just enough pressure to make her cry out. “You have no clue what it does to me when I hear you tell me what to do. Where your body needs me. God, I’ve never been this hard. Touch your tits, baby. Keep your hands there and your fingers on your nipples. Let me see you.”
“Oh, God,” she moans, but instead of denying my command, she lies back and slowly cups herself and does just what I said.
Her cries fill the room as I work to remove the rest of her clothing. Her shoes, even though I would love to feel the bite of those heels on my back, go first. Her pants and panties are next. When I step back from the mattress, she is so lost in the pleasure she is giving herself that she doesn’t notice until my shirt is off and my pants hit the ground with the jingle of my belt against the unforgiving flooring.
I stand there, harder than fucking hell, and palm my cock as her hands continue to roll each of her nipples. Her eyes widen, and her mouth drops open.
We continue to watch each other, but when it becomes too much for me, I drop to my knees and give her what she asked. My tongue swirls around her clit before I lick down the wetness and then push it inside her pussy. Her scream is shrill, and I look up her body to see her back bowed off the mattress.
Lifting one hand, I press down on her hips to keep her from bucking me off her delicious fucking pussy. My other hand continues to slowly stroke my aching cock, each time my thumb grazes over the tip I let out a hum against her that has her jerking each time.
Each press and lick against her clit has her crying out even louder until I’m sure she’s just seconds away from one hell of a climax.
Then I deny her my mouth.
“Kane. God, Kane! Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”
Leaning back, I lick my lips before I wipe the wetness from my mouth with the back of my hand. My eyes hold hers, and I wait for her to realize that I won’t give her what she wants—what I crave—until she uses the words.
“I need you inside me,” she moans, her hands still pinching her nipples, eyes begging.
Not good enough.
I shake my head, and she whimpers.
“Please, Kane. I need you.”
I shake my head again, standing from the floor and reaching for the condoms I had stuffed in my jeans earlier.
“Kane, oh God, please.”
“Give me the words.” My command has her shaking her head slowly. “Beg. Me. To. Fuck. You.” With each word I demand, her shaking intensifies. “Beg me to fuck you with the cock I know you want. Say it.”
“Kane … please.” She gulps when I finish rolling on the condom, and I move to press the tip of my cock against her opening. “Please fuck me,” she whispers.
That word.
A word I’ve never heard from her lips before today, but one that has haunted my fantasies from that very second.
My cock is deep inside her before she even finished asking, and her whisper turns into a loud cry as her body stretches around mine.
I lean over her and take my time with my mouth on her tits. Each thrust of my hips matches with a deep pull of my mouth around her nipple. I take her body harder when her pleas for more hit my ears. Our skin slaps together with each movement.
“Fuck,” I moan into her shoulder when the pleasure almost becomes too much. “So tight.”
Her legs tighten around me, and I feel her nails in my back just when her pussy clamps tight on my cock. Lifting up, I look into her eyes as she climbs higher and higher. My own climax is just a few thrusts away, but not until I watch her come.
“I love you,” she whispers then rolls her head back and moans a long, deep sound that melts into a high scream as she comes. I can’t take my eyes off the beauty of it. In the middle of her scream, her hands grab her tits and her hips jolt against my thrusting as her orgasm seems to roll right into another.
“Fuck!” I shout, my head dropping to her shoulder. I fight to keep my weight from falling heavily on top of her as my own body comes so hard it steals the air from my lungs. “I love you, too, baby,” I tell her, my voice hoarse and sore from the forceful shout.
When I finally am able to pull myself out of her body, feeling like it had been hours but knowing it was more like seconds, I look down to see one hell of a sated smile on her sleeping face.
Not wanting to disturb her, I make quick work of cleaning myself up and grab one of the extra blankets we keep onboard. I hate covering her body from my eyes, but I know she’s had an emotionally hard day, and after how hard she just took me, she’s worn the hell out.
I grab my jeans and pull them on before walking back to the living room area, grabbing my phone and forgotten bourbon before settling down on the couch. But the first message I see stops the glass from ever hitting my lips.
My publicist, Trace, had sent fifteen texts. All of them demanding to know why I wasn’t picking up. But the last one is the only one I can focus on. I ignore his words and click the link.
Where’s Mia? Meet Kane Masters’ new play toy.
Fuck!
God-fucking-dammit. I knew it would turn into something like this when the media found out about us. I didn’t lie when I told Willow that I did not intend to hide our relationship, but until recently, I knew she wasn’t ready for the shit show that is sure to follow this news. Not only that but, as a fiercely private person, I hate seeing my personal life out there for all to rip apart with their lies. It’s so hard to have anything for myself that I perversely loved I was able to keep Willow to myself for so long.
And now … now, we’re outed as a couple—no, a goddamn fucking plaything—and all that privacy is going to fly out the window.
Fuck!
Worst of all, Willow has no idea just how bad it is going to get with the media. Not until I tell her everything. Everything I can’t even tell her yet because I gave my fucking word.
Ignoring Trace, I pull up Mia’s text screen.
Kane: We need to talk. I have to tell her, Mia. I know I promised you I wouldn’t say anything, and at the time, I agreed it was best but not anymore. I won’t lose her because of this.
Dropping my head back, I say a silent prayer that everything is going to work out and Willow won’t leave me for keeping Mia’s baby secret from her.
