Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
The light next to the bed turned on, and I got my first good look at Aaron’s face. His laughing face.
“I’m being serious. I will suck you dry. I’m needy. I have a problem with worrying about my loved ones. You do this, you open this can of worms, and I’m going to be calling you every five minutes to make sure you’re okay. I’m going to want to be with you. I’m going to be that woman that you can’t peel off your back even if you want to.”
His face still look amused, even after my explanation.
“You know, what you just described is my ex-wife,” he said soberly. “But, right now, I can’t find it in me to care that you want to know that I’m all right. Or that you want me to know that you miss me.”
I growled in my throat.
“I’m trying to save you a world of hurt,” I told him honestly. “What if one day you decide that I’m too clingy and annoying, and…” he shut me up with his mouth on mine.
His tongue plunged down inside of my mouth, and I gasped, pulling the breath right out of his lungs.
He let me have it, though, and then he let me have it.
It being his hands.
They were everywhere all at once.
One went to my shirt, which he hiked up, and I cringed when he found my sports bra.
I didn’t wear normal bras. I didn’t like them. They were uncomfortable and annoying.
Same with my underwear.
I had a sensory motor problem. Anything that I had on, socks, shoes, pants, shirts—if any of them were uncomfortable, I obsessed about it.
Which led me to now.
I was kicking myself for not being into wearing sexy things.
Hanes bras and underwear were definitely not sexy.
Aaron, though, pushed my bra up, exposed my breasts, and then dropped his mouth, yanking up my shirt with his teeth before latching straight on.
“Oh, fuck.”
He chuckled deep in his throat, and then let his other hand trail down my belly, stopping at the top of my boy-short underwear.
They were hot pink.
They said ‘Tuesday’ on the backside and right above my pubic bone.
His head was too preoccupied with my breast to be looking at my panties, but the moment his fingers found their way underneath the elastic band, his head came up, and he watched me.
I didn’t know what he saw, nor what he was looking for, but he saw whatever it was he needed, and then let his fingers delve deep between my legs.
His talented fingers swiped over my clit, but instead of stopping, they continued all the way down until they were perched right at my entrance.
His head dropped down, mouth touching mine, and then slowly let them slip inside.
No words were exchanged. No words were needed.
My breathing started to quicken, and my hands finally unfisted in the sheets and found their way to his body.
The first touch of my hand on his scarred back had him pausing, lifting his head, and staring at me.
With one look, I knew what he was thinking. Knew that he thought the scars were ugly.
And maybe they weren’t very attractive to him, but to me they made him who he was.
I still didn’t know the whole story. I sensed that it was a tough subject to broach, but I found the scars to be appealing.
Not in an ‘I like pain’ kind of way, but in a ‘I like everything about you’ kind of way.
When he read that in my eyes, his muscles loosened, allowing me to feel my way along the scars, touching every single part of him that I could reach.
I’d just gotten to the top of his ass when one of his long, thick fingers slipped inside of me, causing me not only to gasp, but to arch up, pushing him even deeper than he’d been intending to go.
He pushed his face into my neck as one hand snaked up to my hair, pulling it so my head was forced to the side and allowing him full access to assault my neck with his mouth.
My fingernails clenched on the skin of his back, and I lifted my hips, urging him to do more.
“You want more than my finger?” he rasped against my skin.
“Yes,” I said instantly. “I want it all.”
I felt him smile against me.
The rough bristles of his beard tickling its way up and down the cord of my neck.
I’d have a beard burn tomorrow for sure.
Did I care? Not in the least.
One finger turned to two inside of me, and his thumb swept up, causing my body to jolt the second he found purchase against my clit.
“Sweet baby Jesus, you’re going to kill me,” I moaned, my eyes clenching shut in reaction to the need that was coursing through my body.
I’d never felt anything so good in my life.