Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
With a feral cry, she lifted her hips, meeting his strokes, thrust for thrust. As he pummeled her, Mason dipped his head to hers. He parted her lips with his. When his tongue entered her mouth, she kissed him back with a passion she couldn’t contain. When he finally broke the kiss, she threw back her head, baring her throat for him.
With a growl, he bit the side of her neck as he drove his cock deeper into her. She was being split in two, and the pleasure of that pain nearly overwhelmed her.
The sweet ache of him inside her sent shuddering waves over her skin. As she arched up into his touch, he murmured into the hollow of her throat, saying her name over and over, like a prayer. The rough longing in his voice set her afire.
Her entire world constricted to the cock deep inside her, and to the touch of his hands and his lips on her skin. When he cried out against her neck, the desperate, utterly male sound was her undoing. Wave after wave of climax sent her spiraling up and up until she finally fell back against the bed, pulsing with pleasure.
She clung to him, helpless and limp, stroking his head as their breathing slowed. As he slowly collapsed against her, she reveled in the solid weight of him atop her, her own body blissfully boneless.
Her heart twisted with a confusing onslaught of emotions she couldn’t quite untangle. Unbidden tears sprang to her eyes. They trickled from the corners of her eyes into her hair as her breath caught in her throat.
Mason lifted his head, his face creasing with concern. “Hannah?” he asked, brushing a knuckle over her wet cheek. “Are you crying?”
She tried to smile, but the tenderness in his tone undid her. “I don’t know. I might be,” she managed, her voice cracking on the last word.
He rolled quickly from her, expertly removing the condom in the process and setting it aside. “Are you hurt? Is everything okay?”
“No, no. I’m fine,” she assured him, barely able to speak over the lump of hot tears that had risen in her throat. “I have no idea why I’m crying. I’m really happy,” she insisted, while choking on a sob. She turned away from him, hiding her face in her hands as her shoulders shook with the effort of holding back the floodgates of her tears.
Strong arms came around her from behind as Mason pulled her close against his chest. “It’s okay, baby. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
The floodgates broke. Loud, ugly sobs filled with loss, pain and raw emotion racked her frame. Andy was gone. He would never see his grandchildren. He would not grow old beside her. He was no longer her one and only.
At the same time, she cried with happiness, wonder and a new, burgeoning joy as fragile and determined as a new sapling. She was ready to live again, fully and with all her heart. As snot and tears poured down her face, Mason held her close all the while, rocking her gently in his arms.
Finally, completely spent, Hannah stilled, no more tears left. Mason pulled gently away from her and reached for the box of tissues on the night table. He plucked several and turned to her. His smile was tender, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he handed them to her.
She managed a wan smile in return and then noisily blew her nose.
He took the wet wad of tissues from her and handed her a fresh tissue. His expression was a mix of curiosity and concern. She tensed, not yet ready to explain why she’d cried. She had no real answer, at least not with words that would make sense.
But instead of peppering her with questions, Mason only said, “Feeling better?”
Hannah sat up, pushing her hair away from her face as she turned to him.
“Yeah,” she replied, smiling. “Much better.”
The wonder of the last twelve hours washed over and through her. A curious lightness suffused her body and heart, as if a weight she’d been carrying for too long had suddenly lifted. A laugh bubbled through her, and she gave it voice.
Impulsively, she reached for Mason. Catching his face in her hands, she showered him with tiny kisses on his mouth, his cheeks rough with stubble, his nose and his eyelids, laughing all the while. He began to laugh too, until they were both roaring with mirth.
Finally, pleasantly exhausted and still smiling, Hannah collapsed beside Mason. He pulled her toward him, tucking her against his body, her head resting against his shoulder.
Her empty stomach chose that moment to rumble loudly.
“Blintzes, anyone?” Mason chuckled.
Chapter 33
Hannah closed her eyes, her face suffusing with pleasure as she ate her first bite of the blintz topped with blueberry compote and a dollop of sour cream.