Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
It’s as I feared, and when I’m fully seated, I have to hold my body still so I don’t erupt. My head drops to her shoulder and I grit my teeth.
Tilden’s fingers thread through my hair, gently gliding over my scalp in a soothing manner. “You okay?”
Her first words.
She wants to know if I’m okay?
“Yeah.” My voice is gravelly with pent-up lust and bitterness that this feels far better than I deserve.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” I growl, this time lifting my hips slowly before pressing back inside deep.
Tilden gasps. I hiss and do it again.
Fuck, that feels good.
Hitching her leg higher on my waist, I push up so I can see her face. I drive into her, and she cries out my name, “Coen.” And then orders me, “Yes. Just like that.”
I kiss her before she can see me smile at her demands, and then I give her what she asks for. I hook my arm under her neck and with my other hand, I grab hers. I shove it between our bodies and make her touch herself. With my fingers guiding hers, I help her rub at her clit as I greedily thrust into her.
Tilden undulates and bucks and cries into my mouth every time I bottom out in her tight pussy. She gasps for air, thrashes under me, and I lift up to watch.
Christ, she’s sexy with her face flushed, her eyes closed as she concentrates, and her hips flexing to meet mine. Chasing the same pleasure I am.
I want her to get there first, though, so I drive into her hard and fast. I knock her fingers away from her clit and use my own. Tilden’s eyes fly open and lock onto mine, and I groan over what I see.
She’s fucking lost.
So damn deep into the pleasure, I’m not sure she even sees me.
Her body tightens, muscles squeezing my cock, and her back arches off the mattress as she comes.
“Oh God,” she warbles, biting down on her lower lip so hard, I’m afraid she’ll cut herself. Her body shudders, and then she groans as she grips my shoulders as if her life depended on it.
I slam into her, over and over and over again, trying to catch up.
To share just a moment of it with her.
As if my own life depended on it too.
When my orgasm breaks free, I crush my lips to hers one final time, groaning my release into her mouth so it stays between us.
I want it to stay just our secret that this sexual encounter meant far more to me than it should have.
And I’m already feeling guilty about it.
Slowly, both of us breathless, I lower Tilden’s leg as she stares at me. She looks blissed out but also wary. I can’t fucking help myself. I brush my lips against hers. No clue why I like my mouth on her so much, but I do.
Makes me feel guiltier.
I pull out and roll off the bed. Her room is small, without a bathroom, so I head into the hallway to find it. I dispose of the condom, and when I make it back into the bedroom, she’s got the covers pulled up over her chest like battle armor.
Collecting my clothes, I start dressing.
“You’re leaving.” It’s a statement, not a question.
“I took advantage of you. You were drunk.” That’s not really the source of my angst, but she doesn’t need to know that.
Tilden sits up against the headboard, clutching the blanket to her as she narrows her eyes. Her tone is razor sharp. “You did not take advantage of me. I knew what I was doing, and I could have said no.”
I sit on the edge of the bed to put my shoes on. “You should have said no. I’m not a nice person.”
“Despite the fact you’ve shown great care for me twice now.” Her words are gentle, and I can’t help but look over my shoulder at her. “You showed care for me and my body in the most intimate of settings.”
I turn away from her and push off the bed so she can’t see the torment in my eyes. I can’t have her thinking soft things. “It’s just sex, Tillie.” I pull on my T-shirt. “Get over it.”
“Don’t call me that,” she snarls with such venom, my head whips back to look at her. I think I see a millisecond of hurt before anger flares in her expression. “That name is reserved for friends, and that’s not you.”
I hold her gaze, let her enmity seep into me. “I know,” I finally say before walking out of her bedroom.
CHAPTER 12
Coen
The trees surrounding my property are so tall, it’s hard to see the sunrise. The most I get is a hazy dapple of light on the eastern edge of the backyard and darker dawn shadows on the other side.