Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 122074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
She ducked her head down, the same shy smile showing over her face. Her cheeks were a good blush color by now. I glanced at the wineglass, seeing it might’ve been the red wine too. “Ashton.”
I had pounded her body thirty different ways, and she was blushing, looking at me.
The final crack in whatever wall I had inside of me broke. It shattered, and all the pieces landed hard. I felt it in my gut.
I loved her.
Jesus. I loved her.
I’d known. I’d had an inclination. I’d been obsessed with her, but this look, this shy look after everything we’d gone through and she was so far inside of me that I felt fused with her soul. My happy. That’s what Trace had said.
He was right. Molly was my happy if I deserved it.
I held out my hand. “Dance?”
She placed her hand in mine, and a tingle shot up my arm. It went straight to my dick.
Yeah. I was in love, totally, and so fucking clichéd in love. I was thinking all this, feeling all this, as I curled my fingers over hers, giving her a little grin, and tugged her for the dance floor.
The feel of her so close to me, it was the most natural thing in the world.
I pulled her in, my hand sliding over the small of her back, enjoying the feel of her soft dress but mostly the feel of her. Her pulse was racing. “You look beautiful.”
She tipped her head back, her pink lips opening a little, matching the color on her cheeks. “You too.”
My grin deepened. “I look beautiful?”
A half grin tugged at her lips. “You look hot.” She folded her head back to my chest, settling in, and her whole body relaxed against me. “And beautiful.”
I laughed, right next to her ear, and felt a shiver run down her back.
I pulled her in so there was no space between us.
“I want to take you away, push you against a wall, and slide so deep inside of you that it’s only me in there. Forever.”
A slight tremble went through her. She pressed her cheek harder against my chest and didn’t respond.
I moved my thumb up and down her back, enjoying the plunging back on her dress where I could touch her skin. It was designed just for that purpose, to make all men groan from desire.
We moved together, in silence.
My mouth was almost touching her shoulder, and I let my head fall just a little bit, until I could taste her there.
Another tremor went through her. She trailed her hand down my back, dipping in my jacket, and slowly, she began to pull my shirt up from my pants.
Now I was the one experiencing shivers going through my body.
That need was deep. I had to be in her. Inside of my woman, my soulmate. Mine.
Once my shirt was undone, her fingers went under. She spread her palm out on my back, and then began moving her hand over me, slowly and torturously.
I held her against me, knowing we were still technically moving to the music, and no one could see what she was doing, but they all could see how I wanted her.
She moved her hand in front, between us, and we needed to separate a little. As her hand fell to rest just over my dick, I smashed our bodies together, not letting anyone else see what was going on, and I tasted her shoulder again, moving to her neck.
Her whole body was shuddering, a tremble after a tremble racking through her as I kept exploring her, moving to her chin, her jawline, her cheek. I was taking my time, and she was pressing her hand so hard over my cock, but she couldn’t move it. She was trying. We were plastered against each other, and I just gripped her by her hip, half my hand spreading to rest over the top of her ass, holding her anchored against me.
I found the corner of her mouth, and I tasted, a slight nibble.
She rose up on her toes, not dancing anymore, and turned her head, her mouth seeking mine.
I found her mouth, warm and inviting, and slid inside, tasting her again.
Her whole body was shaking, just slightly, but she pulled her hand from between us and rose, standing still. Both her hands caught my face, and she explored me right back, taking her time. Thoroughly.
I groaned as her tongue flicked against mine, teasing me, and pulled back, just barely. “Get out of here?”
She breathed into me, saying, “Yes please,” right before she sealed her lips back to mine.
I picked her up, knowing that I had moved us so we were dancing in the far corner. The tables were on one side, the houses behind them, but where we were, there was a shed not far from us.