Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“Like permanently?” I hear the insecurity in my voice, but I can’t stop the words from spilling out.
“As long as you’re here, I’m here.”
“I get that, but it’s a lot of money to spend, and what if we don’t work out?” I swallow thickly at the thought, but I have to be realistic because I’m already falling for him and if it ends the way it did with my father or Freeman, I’m going to be devastated. I always knew my father didn’t want me, and looking back, Freeman never made any promises. They were all in my head. I was young and naïve, and I assumed we were on the same page. I was way, way wrong.
He steps over to me, his hands landing on either side of the dresser, since I’m leaning against it. “Wherever you are is where I’ll be. I’ll repeat that a hundred times, or a thousand, if that’s what you need from me.” He dips his head slightly and his lips brush softly over mine. “I’m here and I’m not going anywhere, so whatever preconceived notions you have in your head need to be wiped out. This isn’t just about the baby growing in your belly. It’s about us.”
He lays a kiss to the corner of my mouth and then the other corner, sending a shiver of desire through my body. “I want to get to know you, Dash…” His lips descend, and he nips playfully along my jawline. “In every way possible,” he murmurs, pressing a feather-like kiss to the shell of my ear. My core clenches at his seductive words and touch.
When he lifts his face to look at me, his eyes are blazing with passion.
“I want you,” he rasps, his eyes not leaving mine. “Your mind, your body, your heart… I won’t stop until every single part of you is mine.”
“You have me,” I breathe. “I’m yours.”
He shakes his head. “Not yet, but you will be.”
His mouth crashes against mine, his tongue darting out and seeking entrance, at the same time he reaches around, squeezing the globes of my ass, and lifts me onto my dresser. He spreads my legs and steps between my thighs, pulling me to the edge.
Greedily, he possesses my mouth. His tongue caressing my own. My fingers drag through his hair, gripping the ends and tugging him closer. I’m turned on, craving him, but no matter how deep the kiss goes, it’s not enough.
I grind my center against his front, using the hard-on in his pants for my pleasure, but it’s still not enough. I groan in annoyance and Easton chuckles into my mouth.
“I got you,” he murmurs against my lips. He breaks our kiss and lifts my shirt over my head, exposing my bra, then unbuttons my pants, tapping my thigh to lift so he can remove them. Since I’ve already taken off my boots when we got home, he slides them down my legs and drops them onto the floor, leaving me in only my bra and panties.
He steps back and rakes his gaze down my body. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “I’ve been dreaming about the day I get to taste you again.”
He drops to his knees, aligning his face with my center, then leans in, inhaling my scent through the cotton material. I squirm, needing him to make me feel good. “Please,” I beg.
His eyes dart up. “I’m going to make you come,” he says, “but you need to be patient. It’s like eating a dessert. I’m not about to rush through it. I want to enjoy it, savor it, every bit of it.”
Holy shit! My thighs clench together in anticipation.
Easton hooks the sides of my panties and pulls them down my legs, then stands. With his strong hands gripping the tops of my thighs, he kisses me fervently. He sucks on my bottom lip, then trails kisses down my neck, suckling on my flesh. When he gets to the tops of my breasts, he reaches around and removes my bra, dropping it to the ground with the rest of my clothes.
He cups my breasts, gently massaging them, and because they’re sensitive from my pregnancy, zaps of desire shoot through me. I moan in pleasure. “I need… more, please, Easton.”
“I know, baby.” He licks one of my nipples then wraps his lips around it, sucking on it, until my back arches, my chest jutting out. He licks the other nipple, while he pinches the one he just licked, and I swear it feels like I’m about to come from that alone.
Desperate to get more out of him, I reach down and try to undo his pants, but he backs up slightly and shakes his head. When I pout in frustration, he smirks. “Let me enjoy my dessert, Dash.”