Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 83368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Afterward, she couldn’t have said why. She’d been with plenty of men. But there was something about Herschel that was just different. They connected on every level. He thrust like a man who knew exactly what he was doing and understood a woman’s body. She clung to him, actually struggling to keep up. Meanwhile, he kissed her, and she tasted her own pleasure on his lips, and then he grabbed her hands, putting them above her head, and they clung to each other as she climbed toward her pleasure yet again. For once, she was trying to hold herself back, but she couldn’t. She cried out, and as she did, she heard him roar along with her.
She felt as though she was spiraling out of control, and it was ages before she could catch her breath. He rolled off her and lay beside her, also struggling to catch his. After a while, he turned and tenderly kissed her shoulder.
In a husky voice, he said, “Usually, I’m a little more smooth and like to take my time. But I couldn’t stop myself. I had to have you.” He reached over and kissed the tip of her breast. “I should have taken more time with you and caressed your gorgeous breasts and all the other bits of you. But I was like a horny teenager.”
Although she felt all warm and languid, she was so surprised that she laughed. “In case you didn’t notice, I am plenty satisfied.”
“But it was so quick,” he complained. “I wanted to stretch it out and make our first time last.”
She turned over and propped herself on one elbow. She loved how serious he was, even about sex. “I’ll tell you what. You can stretch out the second time as long as you want. But I think we both needed that one to be hard and fast and glorious.”
His eyes twinkled at her. “Glorious?”
“Are you fishing for a compliment?”
He looked slightly bashful. “Well, a man likes to think he’s made a woman happy.”
“Glorious,” she repeated quite firmly. “And you have made me so happy, I’m going to let you do that again.”
He didn’t need a second invitation. This time, he took plenty of time to caress her and kiss her breasts and her belly. He discovered the ticklish spot just beneath her earlobe and that if he kissed the soft skin on her inner wrist, she’d sigh.
In turn, she took her time exploring him, all those hard planes and ridges, and when they couldn’t stand it anymore, she flipped him onto his back and rode him until, once more, they both cried out together.
When he came back to himself she looked right down into his eyes and smiled at him, knowing somehow he’d never again say to her this could never be anything serious.
This might not be long-term, but it was very serious.
* * *
Hersch gazed up at Mila and saw her smiling down at him with her sea witch’s eyes. And she was a sea witch, he realized, because she had spun some kind of spell around him that seemed to have captured his heart. He thought, I could fall in love with this woman, and that scared him more than anything, because he was so determined never to put someone he loved through the worry of losing him or the grief if he died.
But the sex had been mind-blowing. He’d never known a woman so utterly open and responsive. They’d made love twice, and he wanted her as badly now as he had when she’d first walked in the door in that sexy dress that hugged all her curves. Now he’d seen all of her, and their time together was better than he could have imagined. She wasn’t a slight, delicate woman whom he was frightened he might hurt. She was strong, resilient—a woman who could give as well as she took, and he loved that about her.
Still sitting on top of him so he had a view of her glorious breasts, she said, “When I first met you, I thought you were kind of nerdy. But wow, do you know your way around a woman.”
She surprised an embarrassed chuckle out of him, but he was also quite pleased. She was so open and frank. He’d never been one to talk about his emotions, and he wasn’t ready to now, but he had them.
At some point he was going to have to face what this woman had done to him.
But not quite yet.
Instead, he piled pillows behind them and reached for a champagne glass while she scooched up so they were both sitting propped against the pillows. He passed her champagne and tapped his glass against hers again. The glasses were now only half full, but the bubbles were valiantly still racing up and down through the liquid.