Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
A soft hand cups the side of my face. “I love you, too.”
My cock jerks, promising all the love he has as I lower my mouth to hers once again.
“Gonna prove it every day, Remi.” I nip at her lips before letting my mouth roam down the column of her neck. Jesus, I want to taste every inch of her skin, embedded in my memory the scent of her, the way her muscles bunch and contract under my touch, the sounds she makes. All of it. I want it all. Today, tomorrow, fucking forever.
“Flynn,” she pants when I lower the zipper at her waist. “Get naked.”
“You first.”
Her hips buck up, assisting my removal of her clothes, her hands working to pull her shirt and bra off.
She’s a goddess, the epitome of perfection, the blush forming at the tops of her tits the most amazing thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on. My cock groans in relief when I lower my own zipper, the cotton of my boxer briefs wet near the tip.
White, perfect teeth dig into her lower lip as her eyes watch me climb off the bed to strip down, and I pray she always looks at me with wonder and lust in her eyes. I know she’s going to turn me on with just a glance in my direction for eternity.
“Like what you see?”
“You cocky bastard,” she says with a chuckle. “Come here.”
She holds her arms out, fingers crooking open and closed to urge me closer.
My hand goes to my length, stroking it hard, threatening to force my eyes closed with the sheer pleasure of it.
“Such a tease,” she whispers, but her eyes are locked on the movement of my hand.
“Touch your pussy, Remi. I want to do what I should’ve done when I saw you like this the first time.” I inch closer, my hand squeezing the head of my cock to calm it down. “Open for me. Show me what’s mine.”
Her legs fall open, and I moan at the slickened sight of her.
“Ready for me? Jesus, baby. Touch it.”
Her fingers run down her stomach, faster than I anticipate, and I chuckle at her eagerness. My knees hit the bed when her back arches with pleasure, and she moans the most perfect sound when I lower my mouth and replace her fingers with my tongue.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, first trying to pull me away before she presses to keep me in place. I love the contradiction, love how she knows exactly what she wants but isn’t dedicated to how I give it to her.
Finally making up her mind, she grips and pulls until I’m looking up at her.
“Please.” Her brow furrows, mouth open when she swallows. “Please, Flynn.”
“I’ve got you,” I promise as I climb fully on the bed and settle my body between her splayed thighs.
We lock eyes as I line myself at her entrance.
“Love you,” I moan, the words coming out a little broken as her body seizes the length of me.
“Too,” she manages, the other words getting lost in the pleasure.
Perfection. She’s everything I never knew to ask for, everything I could ever hope for.
She clings to my back, hips rolling, fingers digging into my flesh when she comes, and it takes milliseconds for me to join her.
Our lips fuse and by the time we’re breathless and I pull my head back, our bodies are ready again. I take her, make love to her over and over and over, not climbing out of the bed to shower until our stomachs are growling and we feel weak with the threat of dehydration.
“About work,” I begin when it looks like we may be taking a break long enough to eat something.
The sun has set, darkness filling the air outside the condo.
“No,” she says, her head shaking back and forth. “I don’t even want to think about it right now.”
I frown, pulling bread from the cabinet. I don’t keep much food in the house. I’m the worst cook in the world and eat out nine times out of ten. Hell, I’m hardly ever home, opting to hang out at the office more times than not.
“We’re going to have to talk about it. We also need to discuss your living arrangements.” A frown mars her pretty face before I can continue to speak. “I meant what I said about you staying here.”
She gives me a weak smile. “You have no furniture in that extra room.”
“And I also told you I love you, and that grants you access to my bed.”
“I’m not going to live off of another person. I’ve spent my whole life relying on my parents. I’m not here because I’m searching for a place to stay.”
“And I’m not going to wake every morning without you in my arms.” She huffs, but I can tell by the lightness filling her features that she wants exactly that as well. “If you don’t want to stay here with me, that’s fine. I’ll go where you go.”