Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 93002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
That would have to be good enough. For now.
I reached up to pluck the condom out of her hand. “Promise you won’t hate me later,” I said. “At least not more than you already do.”
Sterling let out a sigh and leaned forward, brushing the tips of her breasts against my chest. “This doesn’t mean anything,” she said again, “but I promise if you make me come, I won’t hate you for it later.”
“That, I can do,” I said, tucking the condom under the edge of my hip. Cradling her face in my palms, I pulled her down for a kiss, one hand on the back of her neck. Her mouth on mine, I let my hands roam, stroking down her spine, coming around to cover her breasts. Squeezing, tugging at her nipples, loving the way she squirmed against me. The heat of her branding me through my boxers.
I pushed at them with one hand, and she moved just enough to help me shove them down my legs and toss them on the floor.
“Where’s that condom?” she demanded.
I handed it to her, and she tore it open, rolling it down, her fingers fumbling just a little. Impatient, I slid my hand up her thigh, dipping a finger inside her. So slick and so fucking hot. She was going to kill me, and I’d die happy.
A second later, she rose up above me, bracing her hands on my shoulders. I closed my hands over her hips, pulling her forward. Lifting her, positioning myself, and pulling her down. Propping up on my elbow just enough to fasten my mouth to her nipple and suck, hard.
I heard her gasp as she rocked her hips, taking me deep, grinding her clit into me, breathing my name. “Forrest. Oh, God. Forrest.”
It had been a long year without her touch. I could have come ten seconds after she took me to the hilt, but I’d made a promise, and I wasn’t going to break it.
Lying back, my hands tight on her hips, I rocked up into her in a familiar rhythm I knew would drive her out of her mind.
“Pinch your nipples,” I ordered.
Sterling’s eyes flared, her eyebrows pulling together as if she planned to argue. I rolled my hips again, grinding her clit between our bodies until her head tipped back, her hands rising to tug at her nipples, her hair falling around her, sliding over her skin like silk.
She was a goddess. My goddess, and I could have watched her move above me forever. But I intended to make good on my promise and then some, so I let go of one hip, sliding my hand to the apex of her thighs, and gently rolled her clit under my thumb. Sterling’s body went stiff. She groaned low and long, not loud enough to be overheard by our hosts, but close.
Her pussy clamped on my cock in hard, hot pulses. I almost tipped over the edge with her. It felt so good, so right, so perfect—her coming around me, gasping my name. But not yet. Gritting my teeth, I held my breath, squeezing my eyes shut.
Not yet. I wasn’t ready for it to be over.
Not yet.
Sterling collapsed, her body draped over mine, the thud of her heart a quick beat against my chest. Before she could catch her breath, I rolled her to her back and settled between her legs. Her eyes flew wide.
“You didn’t—” she breathed against my ear.
My lips traced her jaw, answering the question she hadn’t asked with a slow, sweet kiss. I nudged my hips into hers, grinding into her clit, filling her all the way, pushing her higher and higher until all she could do was sink her nails into my shoulders and hang on.
Her knees rose, and she tightened around me, whimpering my name. “Forrest. Oh, God, please.”
This time, I came with her, spilling everything—my heart, my soul, my body—into her. I stayed where I was for a long moment, braced on my elbows, trying to catch my breath. When I rolled to my back, she didn’t come with me.
Sterling lay frozen for a heartbeat. Then she sat up and was on her feet. “I’ll be quick,” she said and disappeared into the bathroom. True to her word, after a flush of the toilet and a minute of running water, she was back. I got up to deal with the condom. When I made it back to the bed, she was on her side, facing the wall, eyes closed, blanket wrapped around her shoulders as if nothing had happened.
Her words echoed in my head. This doesn’t mean anything.
Maybe not to her. But deep down, my soul howled in fury. This doesn’t mean anything? How could it not? How could what happened between us in this bed mean nothing? It had been perfect. You didn’t get that passion, that sweetness, that connection without love.