Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
“Yes!” she shouted into the air, already on the edge of a looming climax.
When he removed his probing fingers, Amber raised her pelvis to chase them and bumped into his thick shaft. Daringly, she rubbed her mound against him, loving his quick intake of breath.
Rio drew back and pressed his cock to her entrance before moving slowly inside. “Breathe, Ella. Relax your muscles for me,” he instructed as he stretched her as gently as possible.
The slight burn as he eased inside her added to her desire. She loved the hint of pain that accompanied his complete possession. He seemed to fill all the space inside her body.
When his pelvis finally met hers, Rio captured her gaze. “Good?” he asked, concern obvious even through the passion etched on his features.
“Move. Please.”
Rio withdrew and thrust firmly inside her body without stopping. He paused for a few seconds before stroking down her torso to flick her clit. As her muscles tightened around him, he stroked even deeper.
“Touch me, Ella.”
Releasing the material from her death grip, Amber lowered her arms to caress his arms and back. She loved the feel of his skin under her fingertips. Daringly, she reached lower to cup one powerful buttock, feeling the shift of his muscles as he thrust inside her. Rio captured her lips and kissed her deeply. She trailed her fingers over his spine to thread her fingers through his thick hair.
As they moved against each other, the beautiful breeze wrapped around them, caressing their skin. Amber blocked the sound of the birds singing to concentrate on the sensations building inside her. She could only focus on Rio and the pleasure he lavished on her.
Arching to meet his next thrust, bliss exploded through her. Rio moaned into her ear as she contracted around him. “Damn, Ella. You feel so good.”
He brushed the hair from her face and dropped a line of kisses across her collarbones as he extended the feeling coursing through her with gentle strokes.
When she’d recovered slightly, Rio told her, “One more time, Ella. Come with me this time.”
What could she do but nod? Wrapped in his arms, Amber would deny him nothing. She swept her hands down his hard body, searching for those sensitive spots that tantalized him.
Daringly, she wiggled her fingers between their bodies. Touching him as intimately as Rio’s increasing thrusts would allow, Amber heard his breath change and felt herself smile. She liked the power of being able to arouse him.
Rio’s hands cupped her bottom, raising her body slightly to change the angle of his entrance. Gasping at the feeling, Amber wrapped her free hand around his powerful forearm as she moved to meet his strokes. Unable to delay her climax, she shattered around him.
With a shout that scared birds from their perches, Rio allowed himself to come as he plunged into her, drawing every bit of ecstasy from their bodies. When he finished, Rio rolled to his side and pulled her close to him. After adroitly taking care of the condom, he nestled a heartbeat away from Amber.
She closed her eyes and simply listened to his heartbeat. They were finally together.
CHAPTER 11
When they’d roused to dress, Amber stayed close to the magnetic man who had tantalized her body and mind. She watched him tie his socks around a low-hanging branch of a nearby tree. The bright red of the cotton stood out vividly.
“There. Now I can find this exact spot again. Come look at the house plans,” he invited, holding out his hand for hers.
“You’ve got them here?” she asked, linking her fingers with his.
“No. They’re at the condo I’ve rented.”
Intrigued, Amber squeezed his hand. “Let’s go.”
“That’s my girl.”
Slowly, they folded up the beautiful quilt and ambled back to the motorcycle, enjoying the intimacy that lingered. She didn’t think she’d ever felt closer to anyone. Squeezing his hand, she bumped into his broad shoulder, unable to tell him exactly how she felt.
“Same.”
Surprised by his answer, she met his gaze and repeated, “Same?”
“I can’t know exactly what’s going around in your mind and heart, but I can guarantee that you have rocked my world and I’ll never let you go now.”
“Okay,” she whispered in awe of his openness and commitment to her.
When they reached the motorcycle, Amber stood still as he helped her don the helmet and fasten it into place. Admiring the powerful machine as she waited for him to get ready to leave, she noticed something in the paint. She leaned closer to make out the script letters. ADL.
“Adult dreams for life,” she recited, remembering what he’d told her before. He’d had these initials on the battered bike he’d ridden twenty years ago.
“That’s not really what it stands for, Amber,” he admitted with a rueful smile.
“So, what is ADL really?”
“Amber De Leon.”
“Amber… De Leon?”
“I’ve had that on every bike I’ve owned, Little girl.”