Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“Oh, God, Brodi,” she called out. “Baby, I need more.”
I groaned as her juices filled my mouth. I knew what she was pleading for. The step that would bond us together for life.
I stood and wrapped my arms around her to carry her into my bedroom. “Love T.K.O.” started to play as I placed her on my bed and stood back to strip from my clothes. She eyed me with so much desire in her eyes.
Once naked, I moved to peel her dress down her body. Tossing it over my shoulder, I climbed on the bed with her and scooped her legs over my forearms. My cock bumped up against her wet center as I took her lips for a deep kiss.
I only broke the kiss to look into her eyes. Slowly, I started to slide inside her. She threw her head back and gasped as I pushed all the way in. She was so slick from me eating her pussy and fingering her in the kitchen.
A whimper left her lips as I stilled to allow her to adjust to me. We’d talked about protection a few weeks before and decided not to use it. She was on the pill.
Her tight sex rippled around me. I had to grind my teeth for control. I dropped my forehead to hers, breathing her in.
“I love you so much,” I breathed against her lips.
“Brodi, God, I love you too.”
I started to pound into her and took things up to the next level of pleasure. I spent an hour diving for the part of me I knew I lost to her.
I come back to the present on a sharp inhale. I ate her innocence up that night. It was a gift I have cherished for all these years.
I climb up the bed, nestling my body between her legs, tugging them gently over my shoulders. I inhale her scent through the thin fabric of her panties. She smells better than I remember. Hooking my fingers into the fabric, I shift it aside and pause.
Visions of the hurt I saw in her eyes last night halts me in my movements. Again, I question if her love for me is still there. I consider the setback I could be throwing us into by doing this.
When Chloe sighs in her sleep, moans my name, and shifts her hips in my face, I forget my doubts. I know we need each other. All questions fade, I’m a man of action.
It’s time I start to take more action in my life. Starting with claiming my woman here and now, then fixing the mess I’ve buried in Dubai.
* * *
Chloe
I’ve tossed and turned all night. I was sure I would cry myself to sleep, but as the tears ran out, my brain was still filled with thoughts of the man somewhere outside my bedroom door. I still can’t believe it’s him. He still smells the same, his large hands still heat my skin the way they always used to.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to melt into him or strangle him for all the hurt he had caused me. I thought I’d placed that bullshit in a tightly sealed bag. Yet just the sound of his voice plowed through me like a rolling storm, ready to wash away the past and water something that’s too willing to bud and bloom.
I feared the threat of that budding feeling. I’ve never seen myself as a weak woman—I still don’t, but when it comes to him—I wish I could ignore the pull he has on me. I wish I could blame it on lust.
If I could, then this would only be a matter of the flesh, not my wounded heart. I know I need to shut him out. If only shutting him out was so easy.
I thought of locking the door, but somehow, I convinced myself it wasn’t the right thing to do. Then, I obsessed for hours over why I convinced myself it wasn’t. Haven’t I gotten over him?
Was leaving the door unlocked a sign that I’m willing to welcome him back into my life?
In the end, my exhausted brain reasoned that I’m in a strange place. Locking the door wouldn’t be the smartest thing to do. I also went as far as rationalizing it all to, in fact, being blind lust, nothing more.
I guess that’s why, when I finally did go to sleep, I’ve done nothing but dream of him. It started with promises, promises I need to hear.
“I’ll never leave you again.” His voice vibrates through me. Feeling so real and all-consuming.
I find myself clinging to his words. I need them more than life. Hearing them allows me to breathe through this dream, giving me safety, which I know isn’t permitted in real life.
Although, believing his words morphs into me, allowing him to give me something I should never crave again. At least not from this man. Yet, even in my dreams I’ve made excuses for him.