Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 139147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
I sat next to her, staring at it too and trying to remember how to breathe.
“How does he get that spot? They’re never open when I come over,” Luna said.
I was physically unable to reply.
I felt her attention come to me.
“Go get ’im, baby,” she encouraged.
I looked to her, smiled a terrified smile and got out of the car.
I got through the gate, ran to the stairs, slowed on the stairs as anxiety overtook me, ran halfway down the walkway and slowed as the anxiety took hold again.
I put the key in the lock, opened the door, and nearly burst out crying when I saw Cap’s big leather bag on the armchair and Cap stretched out on my couch with Patches on his chest, kneading his thermal and purring so loud, I could hear him from where I stood. Cap’s long fingers were massaging Patches’ ruff.
With Cap’s gray-blue eyes tracking me, I walked in, pulled the crossbody over my head and tossed it without looking toward the armchair.
I stopped moving.
Cap cradled Patches and rose from the couch before dropping him on it and locking eyes with me.
“Baby, I was such a fuckin’ dick. I’m so—”
He stopped talking when I dashed toward him and ran into the coffee table, slamming into it with my shin.
“Ouch! Damn!” I cried, hopping on one foot, lifting the other and bending to wrap my fingers around my shin.
He had a hand to my back and was leaned to me, saying, “Are you o—?”
He didn’t finish that either.
Because all my life I’d been glad my monthly cycle only lasted a couple of days.
But in that moment, this fun fact made me ecstatic.
As such, I lifted up…
And pounced.
I was kissing him, my hands all over him.
Then he was kissing me, his hands all over me.
I grabbed his thermal and yanked it up. He lifted his arms, pulled it off and chucked it away.
I thought we’d start kissing again, but he bent and put a shoulder in my belly, and then I was up in a fireman’s hold.
Oh my.
My clit pulsed and my pussy contracted.
He stalked down the hallway, turned on a bedside light, bumped his shoulder, and I went flying, landing on my back in the bed.
My clit pulsed again, but this time my pussy convulsed.
Cap fell on me.
We went at each other with hungry ferocity, groping and rolling and kissing and licking and scratching. I toed off my Vans and footies. Cap yanked off my dress.
I got him to his back, straddling him in my undies. I bent to his chest, sucking at his perfect nipple.
Lord.
He tasted amazing.
He growled, angling up, dislodging my mouth. And with a clit-tingling expert flick, my bra was undone, then he yanked it off.
He lifted one breast to his mouth, drawing hard on the nipple.
I gasped and bucked in his lap.
He moved to the other breast and did the same thing.
I whimpered.
He let it go and his head dropped back to look up at me.
I looked down at him.
Dayum.
He was so goddamned gorgeous.
I went after his mouth again, but he tossed me to my back on the bed, ripped my panties down my legs, threw one over his shoulder, the other one, and then he was going down on me.
“God,” I breathed, threading my fingers into his thick hair.
With what he could do with his tongue in my mouth, I should have known he would be good at this, but he was so good at it, it was mind-boggling, masterclass worthy.
I was close, God, so close, writhing and fisting my hand in his hair and rubbing myself against him.
Then his mouth was gone and he was up on his knees between my legs pulling out his wallet.
“I…U…D,” was all I was able to force out.
His heated, dark eyes came to mine. “Sure?”
I didn’t want anything between us.
Ever.
I nodded.
He tossed his wallet aside, undid his pants and pulled them over his ass, his hard cock springing out.
It was thick and long and beautiful.
Wow.
He lowered himself to me, locking his eyes with mine, his hand between us guiding the way. I felt him catch, then in a slow, smooth stroke, he was planted inside me.
I drew in a sharp breath as I accommodated his size.
He pulled my knees up at his sides and slid in deeper.
Oh yeah.
Nice.
I mewed.
He laid still and held my gaze.
“Honey?” I whispered.
“Perfect fit,” he said.
He was so right.
Tears stung my eyes.
He kissed me and moved inside me. He was there. I was definitely there. So he didn’t go slow and soft, he went fast and hard, slamming into me.
I curled my nails into his ass, dug them in and dragged them up his back.
He groaned into my mouth, stopped kissing me, but didn’t move away.
Our lips were touching, our breaths battling, our eyes glued to the other’s. He slid a hand over my belly, down and in. He hit the exact right spot. I automatically swung my calves in, digging my heels into the small of his back, and at his touch, my world exploded into beautiful, bright stars. They shot out, zoomed back in, then glittered as the most magnificent orgasm I’d ever had coursed through me.