Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78773 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78773 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I grasp her wrists and pin them to the wall, holding her in place when I kiss her harder, deeper. She whimpers and melts into me, and I release one wrist so I can cup her arse. Her leg hitches up on my side, and her sex presses against my trousers. The scent of her arousal permeates my senses, until I’m near heady with the need to take her.
I just wanted a kiss, one kiss to bring us back together again. I don’t even know what was wrong, but it’s a distant memory now as I drag down her panties to her ankles. She shimmies out of them, helping me along by grabbing my t-shirt and yanking it up over my head. Our clothes tumble to the floor like leaves from a tree, and then she’s up against the wall, her hands bracing herself as I glide my cock in her sweet, slick entrance.
We don’t speak. We don’t wait. I spread her legs and impale her with my cock, and she stifles her whimper of need and want. I pump into her with conviction, needing to claim her, to mark her, so she knows with every thrust of my hips that she belongs to me. I thrust in then out, our bodies pressed together in this quiet, intimate space.
Her sex clenches when I thrust, her core tightening to perfection. I watch as her hands splay on the wall in front of her, and with every solid thrust, a little of her anger dissipates. Her eyes are closed, her mouth parted, as she’s drowning in pleasure with me.
“Come,” I whisper in her ear. I give her arse a good, hard slap. “You fucking come.”
I don’t know if she could hold back if she tried, but just as my own release shatters through me, her head falls back onto my shoulder, she shudders, and her body spasms beneath mine. I work her harder and faster until she’s writhing in ecstasy as my own climax rips through me.
I love you, I say to her silently, my mind echoing the words again and again. I love you. I love you.
We are meant for each other, two lonely travelers who found their way on the same path. She slumps against the wall, satisfied and boneless, as I milk the last of my own release. I draw out and slide myself back in my pants. She presses her forehead up to the wall.
“What the bloody hell was that,” she mutters.
“Punishment,” I tell her.
“If that’s punishment, I’m going to fuck up a bit more.”
I grin. “You should feel remorse, young lady. You ignored my texts, and you bloody know the rules.”
We dress in silence. She’s smiling gently to herself and I’m pretty sure I’ve got a grin of my own. Finally, we’re ready.
Her wild, crazy hair is all damp and frizzy. “Do I look okay?”
“Um…” I point to her hair. “Sort of got the ‘wind-blown, freshly fucked’ hair.”
She waves a hand. “Oh, that. Telltale sign, eh?”
I chuckle. “Maybe, if anyone’s watching.”
“Oh, they’re watching.”
“Breena’s with Maeve and I have work to do back at my flat. Come with me?”
She sighs and bites her lip. What’s that all about? We just made love. Doesn’t that mean anything?
“Aye,” she says. “I’d like to. But we have to talk.”
I grunt. “We do. Would rather have the conversation about what we need to talk about at my place, though.”
She looks around and finally nods.
“You have some explaining to do,” I tell her.
“As do you,” she says, the freshly fucked pinkness in her cheeks returning.
“My place,” I snap. Seems a good fuck didn’t really solve the underlying issue.
We will, though.
We walk together to my place, barely talking along the way, until we get into my flat, and when I have her alone, I kiss her all over again. This time, we end up on the carpet of the living room floor, her riding me to completion.
Jesus Christ, we’ll never get anything done at this rate.
When we’re naked, still tangled in each other’s limbs, I grab throw pillows from the couch and we both just lie here.
“No denying there’s… chemistry here,” she says, panting, reaching for my hand to hold it. She places our folded hands to her bare chest.
“There’s fucking chemistry,” I agree.
“You should punish me with sex more often,” she says. “I’m seriously going to have to think on this…”
I tug a lock of her hair. “Should’ve strapped you again with my belt.”
She moans.
“Or maybe I should’ve given you a round with the cane.”
She grins. “Trying to turn me on again?”
I shake my head and grin back.
“Tell me, Megan. What got into you?”
“Wellll….” she begins. “You see… well, I saw Tully with his phone at breakfast. I mentioned to him that you were fixing his.”
Why the bloody hell did she do that? I stifle a groan.