Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 130102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Beginning at her mouth, he touched her with nothing but his breath.
Inhaling each other for a breath or two.
He moved lower, each exhale sliding over her skin. Causing goosebumps and making her nipples ache with need.
He explored her by simply inhaling, exhaling. Warm streams of air feathering across her skin. An invisible, ghostly touch.
It shouldn’t be enough.
Surprisingly, it was.
The energy flowed between them, alive like a separate being.
As he worked his way lower, she let her eyelids drift shut, amazed at how something so simple could turn her on, make her wetter, drive her closer to orgasm.
He ended his exploration where he said he wanted to put his mouth.
Still, he didn’t. His mouth remained close but didn’t make contact.
He hovered right there. Close, but yet, not close enough.
Every cell in her body ached for him, called to him.
Her need for him was off the charts.
She’d never experienced anything like this, not once.
When a powerful shudder swept through her, her pussy began to throb, and a groan escaped. Her fingers tightly clutched the sheet so she wouldn’t lose her mind and scream for him to fuck her.
He was driving her to the brink.
Of her sanity.
Of her control.
Of an orgasm.
Just like that, she climaxed, surprising her that she came so easily.
With nothing more than his phantom touch.
Before it was even over, his mouth was on her. His fingers and tongue spreading her open, his lips closing around her clit.
He devoured her.
She was his last meal and he was going to savor every damn bite, then lick the plate clean.
Within a matter of moments, her hips were bucking off the bed, but he stayed with her, riding those waves until they were gone.
Then he was gone.
Her eyes opened so she could watch the muscles bunch and stretch under his skin as he reached for a condom in the bowl. She had never thought of male appendages as being attractive before, but his was. His cock was beautiful, like the rest of him.
After ripping the packet open and rolling the condom down his length, he wasted no time coming back to her. Ending up, once again, on his hands and knees, staring down at her, not saying a word.
Nothing needed to be said. His eyes spoke volumes.
He settled his narrow hips between her thighs, then used his knee to nudge her left one higher up the bed. He anchored his knee into the mattress, holding her there, open and ready.
“Put me where you want me.”
The low, gravelly command sent a shiver through her. She reached down and slid the head of his cock through her slick folds, back and forth until it caught.
Right where she wanted him.
She expected him to plunge into her, he didn’t. Instead, he dropped to his elbows, buried his hands in her hair and sealed his mouth to hers.
His cock nudged her open, slowly sliding inside her little by little.
Yes whispered through her mind when he paused long enough for her to appreciate that satisfying stretch and fullness.
That sense of connection.
But when he began to move...
His hips...
Yes.
Oh, yes.
His hips rolled slowly, but powered deep with each thrust. All the way from rim to root.
Then back out from root to rim.
Holy shit. The gliding movement of his hips was like nothing she’d experienced before. Fast enough to be satisfying but slow enough to drive her mad.
Sliding her hands down his back and over the scars now burned into her memory, she hesitated over one...
Mine.
She stole that claim from whomever had made it and took him for her own.
You are mine.
And I’m yours.
Not just for tonight, but for as long as you’re willing.
She gripped his ass, her fingertips digging into the muscles that flexed with each thrust.
Suddenly, it became clear.
He wasn’t fucking her.
He was making love to her.
Nothing like the quickie behind the shed.
Nothing like their time in the car.
While she had enjoyed every second of those stolen moments, this was a whole different realm.
It was caring and gentle and... amazing.
Definitely unexpected.
But then, this man was different than anyone she’d ever met before.
And he’d only revealed a sliver of himself so far.
She had so much more to discover.
Crying.
Not loud. Muffled. Like it came from a faraway distance.
A woman?
Mommy?
Shade’s eyes flashed open and he flopped to his back, his heart thumping heavily.
This was not his room. He had no idea where the fuck he was.
He jackknifed up to a seated position and glanced around.
The motel.
He scrubbed his hands down his face with a groan. He’d fallen asleep. A memory of his mother crying must have woken him up.
With a twist of his head, he glanced at the empty spot beside him. Had Chelle left? She had no way to get home unless someone had come to pick her up. Would she have left without telling him?
That didn’t make sense.
After they’d eaten pizza, after she’d texted her girls with her made-up excuse for not coming home, after they’d had sex a second time... They’d both drifted off to sleep.