Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 156145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
“You were pretty damn close to me an hour ago.”
His body flashed hot at the memory, but he wasn’t about to let her distract him with sex right now. “Admit that you care about me.”
She threw up her hands. “Fine, asshole. I admit it. I care about you, and that scares the shit out of me in a way I’m not prepared to deal with.”
“Was that so hard?”
“Yes!” She turned back to face the TV and crossed her arms over her chest.
“It spooks me, too, minx.” He pressed a soft kiss to her temple. “You’re not alone. Remember that when the panic gets too bad.”
“I’m trying,” she whispered.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
BECKA DIDN’T MEAN to fall asleep. But the wings filling her belly and Aaron’s warm thigh under her head combined with the throw blanket he’d tucked around her as they watched the movie was too compelling to resist. Her blinks became longer and longer, and when Aaron started absently running his fingers through her hair, she was lost.
Or maybe she’d been found.
She didn’t know. The only thing she was sure of was that at some point, Aaron carried her into his bedroom and tucked them both into bed. He curled his body around the back of hers, as if he could shield her from the worst the world had to offer by his sheer presence alone.
Becka wasn’t thinking about comfort, though. Not with her wearing only his shirt and his cock pressed against her ass. She shifted back, rubbing against him, and was rewarded by his hand spasming on her stomach. He pulled her closer, snuggling against her, and inched the shirt up, baring her from the waist down. They moved slowly, as if he was as hesitant as she to break the strange half awake, half asleep sensation of their movements.
She reached behind her and gripped the back of his neck as he pressed an openmouthed kiss to the top of her spine. Instead of touching her where she ached for him, Aaron shifted, bringing one arm under her and cupping her breasts with both hands. He squeezed gently and then pulsed his hands, creating the smallest amount of friction between his palms and her nipples. She responded by rolling her hips harder against him.
She took one of his wrists and guided his hand between her thighs. He cupped her pussy as if assuring himself that she was wet and wanting and his. Aaron touched her in a way she’d never experienced before. It wasn’t just a touch with him.
It was a claiming.
He idly dipped a single finger into her and spread her wetness up and over her clit. The gentle sensation only heightened her desire, but she didn’t want to break the spell. Not yet. She released his neck to reach back and dip her hand into his boxer briefs to stroke his cock.
“You’re supposed to be asleep,” he growled against her neck.
She grinned into the darkness of the room. He broke first. “I am asleep.” She gave his cock another pump. “So, so asleep.”
“Don’t think your story checks out, minx.”
“You caught me.” She twisted in his arms to face him and hitched her leg over his hip. A quick move shoved his boxer briefs below his hips, and she guided his cock into her. “I’m awake.”
“Now the truth comes out.” He rolled onto his back, taking her with him.
Instead of breaking the heightened intensity, being face-to-face with Aaron only made the whole encounter sexier. Becka kissed him as she moved over him slowly. Leisurely. Each stroke strengthened the feeling of being in a dream where nothing could touch them. Desire took hold, and she straightened to get a better angle, chasing her own pleasure.
“Ah, ah. Not yet, minx.” He lifted her off his cock and up to straddle his head.
She grabbed the headboard to hold steady. Between her thighs, his face was bathed in shadows. He could have been anyone... But, no. The thought fled as soon as it rose, chased away by the slow glide of his tongue over her pussy. This was Aaron.
It will always be Aaron.
He licked and sucked at her, using his hands on her thighs to urge her to ride his mouth. Becka let the last of her worries dissolve beneath his touch. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the pleasure building with every deep exhale that ghosted against the most private part of her.
Her orgasm rolled over her slowly, dragging her deeper than she’d ever gone before. She shuddered and slumped against the headboard, blinking into the darkness. Ruinous. That’s what Aaron Livingston is. Fucking ruinous. She couldn’t bring herself to care.
He pulled her down to spoon again and hitched her leg over his thigh so he could guide his cock into her. He stroked her clit with each slow thrust, murmuring in her ear the entire time. “I can’t get enough of you, minx. I could live for another sixty years and I’d still never get enough of you.” His breath hitched against her ear. “Let me keep you, Becka. Let me keep both of you.”