Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 143382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 717(@200wpm)___ 574(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 717(@200wpm)___ 574(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
Any kind of innocence had been stolen from him.
On this thought, I felt an almost overwhelming desire to smooth the black hair that had fallen over his forehead, and with my touch, take his past away, erase it like it never happened.
But I couldn’t.
Like I couldn’t take Jeff and Javi’s pain away that day.
Or I couldn’t give Jeff the mom and dad he needed. All kids needed patient and supportive parents, but kids like Jeff needed them more than most. And he’d never had that, not even close, not his entire life.
Or I couldn’t get Javi’s mom the help she needed so he didn’t have to live his entire life vulnerable, exposed to a world no kid should even know existed, having to do this at the same time look out for her.
Or I couldn’t make it so Stella hadn’t met Mace first, so instead, she’d fallen in love with Eric, and he wouldn’t have had to lose so much of his life to a woman like Savannah.
And that part was hard to think about because it meant, down the line, I would not be where I was right then with him.
But that was how deep my feelings had grown.
Because I knew I’d be happy if he was happy with someone else, loved by someone and free to love them, raising children together, without any of the shit he’d had to eat from his ex, even if that meant there’d be no shot for me.
All these thoughts tumbled in my brain and…
God.
I wanted to touch him so bad.
I didn’t, because he’d had two nights with very little sleep, he was sleeping now. I couldn’t give him the things that would have made his life smoother, filled with more joy than pain, but by God, I was going to let him get more rest.
Carefully, I slid away from him and started to turn to get out of bed before I checked the time and made my decision about whether or not to go to work.
I didn’t get very far.
Eric’s arm around me tightened, and he pulled me right back.
When I looked at his face this time, those beautiful eyes were open.
His voice was a rough, sleepy, sexy purr when he asked, “Where you goin’?”
“Go back to sleep,” I whispered.
He pulled my nightie up at the back and then went into my panties with both hands, pressing me forward so my pelvis was tight to his.
Or more aptly, I was pressed to his hard cock.
“Where you goin’?” he repeated.
“Nowhere,” I whispered.
His eyes got lazy, he looked to my mouth, then he kissed me.
I wasn’t sure what to expect from Eric in this department…exactly. I just knew it would be good.
But, man, what commenced wasn’t good.
It was life altering.
Deep, wet, unhurried kisses. Hands (both his and mine) roaming, exploring, discovering.
Eventually, he rolled on top of me, and his lips, tongue and teeth moved deep into the exploring mode, striking out along my jaw, neck, below my ears.
Down.
Across my chest, between my breasts.
He tugged the stretchy bodice of my nightie over one of my breasts, and, vaguely bummed that it wasn’t in one of my good nighties, I whispered, “Sorry about the nightie. I wanted it to be a special one.”
I licked my lips at how nice his warm hand felt covering my exposed breast. And it felt so nice, I didn’t notice for a second that was all he did, and I didn’t have his mouth on me anymore at all.
I tipped my chin down to look at him, only to note his gaze was on me.
The instant I caught his eyes, he whispered, “It’s not the nightie, Jessie. It was never the nightie. It was always the woman in the nightie.”
Hang on.
Wait.
Oh my God.
Did he just say that?
I stared into warm, black eyes.
He said it.
I squirmed under him to get back to his mouth. Mission accomplished, I kissed him, and with an almighty heave (which, granted, I think he allowed), I rolled him to his back.
After I broke our kiss, it was my mouth and teeth and tongue exploring his stubbled jaw (nice), his neck (yum), his corded throat (delicious).
Down.
His pec (amazing).
And I didn’t dally. I scraped my teeth along his nipple before I suckled at it, testing if he was sensitive there. His hand sifting into my hair and the low noise he made told me was.
Excellent.
Turned on by this (or more turned on by it than I already was), I went after the other nipple, and God, what a journey across the furred hills and valleys of his chest (stupendous).
Then down.
I took my time at his boxed abs (Lord, scrumptious, especially the way they tensed and rippled under my attention).
I could do that for hours, days…
But I went down again.
And I pulled at his boxer briefs.
His thick, pretty cock sprang up, I got a good look at it, and…