Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
“I’ve got you, and having you is all that’s ever mattered to me.” He lifts me off my feet. I wrap my legs around him. He always says the right thing.
“Now that you have me what will you ever do with me?” That gets me a smirk from him.
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll think of something.” He carries me towards my bed. When we get to the edge of it, he takes my mouth in a kiss that leaves me breathless before placing me on the bed, his body coming down over mine. I lift my hips, trying to get a repeat of what he’d given me earlier. He smiles against my mouth. “So impatient.”
“Can you blame me?” I suck in a breath when his mouth goes to my neck. “Oh my. That feels really good.” I dig my fingers into his hair. His rough hand slips up my shirt, reminding me we both have way too many clothes on. He growls against my skin, sounding primal, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.
“Clothes.” He gets up and I watch as he pulls his shirt over his head. I stare at his broad chest. “Daisy, clothes.”
“Eric.” He goes for his belt, pulling it out of his jeans. It hits the ground with a loud thud.
“I’ll rip them off of you.” I have no doubt from the look in his eyes that he will do exactly that.
“Your chest.” He stops unfastening his jeans. “When did you do that?” I get up on my knees to get a closer look, my fingers wanting to touch it.
“One night in college. I couldn't sleep. I was homesick. More than anything Daisy sick.” I place my hand on the tattoo that’s over his heart. Tears begin to form in my eyes at his gesture. The fact that he had branded himself with my name when I had thought there was no hope for us is almost unbearable. He never stopped believing in us. Never stopped loving me.
“You marked yourself as mine.”
“I’ve always been yours, and you know it.” I pull my hand away to kiss the black lettering. “The daisy is a nice touch.” I kiss there too.
“You can explore the tattoo later.” He grabs my shirt. I let out a surprised scream at how fast he pulls it over my head. He grabs the outside of my thighs, giving me a pull so I fall back down to lie on the bed as he pulls my panties off. He’s got me naked in five seconds.
“If I didn't know any better I would think you’ve done this before.”
“If I can wrestle a calf, I think I can handle wrestling you.”
“Good point.”
He still stands on the side of the bed looking down at me. His eyes are everywhere. He visibly swallows.
“Daisy.” I almost don't recognize his voice. He puts his hand on my knee, and I know what he wants. I lick my lips, telling myself to not be shy. This is my Eric. This is my love. This man will not only be my husband but my everything. He’ll know every inch of my body.
“This?” I ask as I spread my legs open for him. The air that hits me is cool. I’m already so wet. I can feel it on my thighs too.
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” I jerk as his head comes between my thighs. My ass tries to come off the bed, but Eric easily pins me back down as his mouth takes no prisoners. I dig my fingers into the sheets, needing to hold on to something. There are no words to explain how his mouth feels on me. I already feel like I’m going to come.
“Eric,” I whimper. His fingers dig into my hips, grounding me.
“Let go. It’s mine,” he says against me before his mouth is right back on my clit. I let go, allowing the orgasm to take me. I cry out his name, but he doesn't stop. My body jerks, still sensitive from the pleasure he had given me. His tongue leaves my clit to slide down my slit until I feel it thrusting inside of me.
“You have no idea.” I buck against him. Another moan pours from me as he thrusts in and out of me with his tongue like he’s trying to get as deep as he can to taste me everywhere.
“I want more,” he grunts. He grabs me, flipping me over onto my stomach as if I weigh nothing. I guess to someone like him I am light. He pulls me to the edge of the bed. He takes my hips, lifting me until my ass is the air, my chest still flat on the mattress.
He spreads my legs more. I bite my lip, knowing how exposed I am to him. I can’t see him, but I still know. “Better,” he drawls as he runs a finger down my ass until he gets to my sex and thrusts inside. “I want to eat you like this. You're going to come so many times tonight on my tongue, my fingers or my cock. You’ve made me wait and now I’m starved.”