A Chance Encounter Read Online Nikki Ash

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
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He dips his face, and his lips gently touch mine. He tastes sweet, like hot chocolate and marshmallows, and I sigh into the kiss, loving the way his lips feel wrapped around my own. The kiss quickly goes from tender to impassioned. I crawl into his lap, my arms wrapping around his neck and my legs straddling his muscular thighs.

He breaks our kiss and rests his forehead against mine. “I missed you so much while I was gone,” he murmurs, dragging the backs of his knuckles down my cheek. “Your smell…” He moves his face into the crook of my neck and runs his nose along my heated flesh. “Fuck, I can’t get enough.”

His hands glide down my sides and rest on my belly. “I think I’m addicted to you.”

The most girlish giggle escapes my lips, but I don’t even care. “You were just with me last night,” I remind him.

“Yeah, but I spent weeks without you, wondering if you would ever give us a real chance. One night with you wasn’t enough. I don’t know how I’m going to let you go Monday morning.”

His mouth connects with mine once again, and his tongue delves past my parted lips, tasting and coaxing my own. My belly does a flip-flop and my heart beats rapidly against my rib cage. The only other guy I’ve been intimate with was Freeman, and until Easton came into my life and showed me different, I thought how Freeman treated me was the norm. Not that he treated me so badly—up until I found out I was the woman on the side—but looking back, I can now see the difference. The way he was emotionally detached. He always had one foot out the door, never giving me his full attention. Never committing. Saying the right words to keep stringing me along…

With Easton, when he looks at me, it’s as if I’m his entire world. He says what he means. He’s all in, and he deserves to have someone who feels the same way. Who’ll treat him the same way. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

“Hey, Easton,” I say against his lips. He pulls back, and I immediately miss his mouth. “I want you to announce that we’re together and expecting a baby.”

His eyes light up in surprise. “You’re sure?”

“Yes, I would rather it come from you than some trashy magazine, and I’m okay with everyone knowing. I’m not going to lie, I’m scared of how this might all play out, but…” I swallow thickly.

“Shh,” he says, pressing his finger against my lips. “I know, but I promise you, you have nothing to be scared about. I’ve got you and Kendall. Always.”

I believe him. It’s written all over his face, threaded in his every word, and sealed in his tone of conviction. I can trust him. He’ll protect us. The ball of stress in my body unravels and I sag against him. There’s nothing more to say, so I kiss him to show him that I know he’s got us. That I believe him and trust him.

He returns the kiss with equal passion. We’re all teeth and tongues and hands as we strip each other out of our shirts. He kisses along my neck and then gives my breasts attention before kissing me once again. My hands roam his hard body, my fingers descending until I get to the happy trail that leads down to the Promised Land. I reach inside his sweats and pull his length out, stroking it from root to tip. He’s already hard, but my touch makes him feel like a steel rod in my hand.

Since I’m in a maternity nightgown—that I received in my pregnancy box Easton got me for Christmas—it was so cute, filled with all types of pregnancy stuff—the only thing between us is my panties. I lift up slightly, my intention to pull them down my legs, but I’m left in shock when Easton grips the side and rips the material. I don’t have any time to comment because seconds later, with my panties dangling off my leg, he enters me.

His fingers drag through my hair and he grips the back of my head, pulling my face to his for a kiss that has my head spinning. He moves in and out of me, his dick filling me in the most exquisite way, while his mouth never leaves mine. We make love, roughly, fervently, neither of us holding back—showing each other through our actions that we’re all in.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growls against my lips as we both find our release. “I could live right here, with you in my arms, buried deep inside you.”

Satiated, I drop my head to his shoulder and sigh. “I’m completely okay with that.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

EASTON

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

I crack my eyes open and glance over at the nightstand. My phone is buzzing and lighting up with an incoming phone call. I snag it and look at the time: six in the damn morning. It’s my sister calling, which means something is wrong. She would never call me this early unless there was a problem.


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