Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 118333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
“Baby . . .” I said and made her look at me. When she did, I saw her eyes were bright red and filled with pain. “You’re out of there now.” I felt my heart start to beat faster. “You’re out, and I guarantee you something now. You ain’t ever going back.”
Adelita’s eyes widened and I swallowed. Like a pussy, nerves started buzzing through me. Clearing my throat, I said, “You’re out of the hacienda. I’m out of the Klan . . .” Adelita’s hands were strong as they held my wrists. “We’re here, princess. We’re fucking here. Finally.”
“Tanner,” she whispered and her face flooded with tears. Adelita glanced down, but when she lifted her head, she had a smile on her face. “We’re here.”
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I knew we still had to talk through why the fuck she’d been getting married to that cunt, but right now, I didn’t care. I had my woman back in my arms after too fucking long.
Pulling Adelita toward me, I kissed her. At first, she tasted of tears, but when she kissed me back, I tasted her. That addictive taste only Adelita ever had. I tightened my grip on her cheeks and pushed my tongue into her mouth. Adelita moaned and her tongue fought against mine. My hands moved through her damp hair, then down her back, tracing every fucking curve of her body. Finding the bottom of her dress, I lifted it slowly, until I stopped at her tits. Breaking from Adelita’s mouth, I looked at her flushed face, then glanced down. My cock hardened in my jeans as I saw her long legs, her pussy and the underside of her big tits. Two years. Two fucking years since I’d fucked her.
Adelita reached down and covered my hands. Her eyes locked on mine, and she started lifting her dress, guiding my hands over her tits until she brought it over her head. Her long hair fell over one shoulder. I’d never seen her look more perfect. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered, running my thumb down her cheek and around her lips. Adelita caught my hand with hers and held it to her lips. Closing her eyes, she kissed my palm. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t fucking believe that we were here. When she opened her eyes, she lifted my shirt over my head. Adelita took a deep breath after she’d thrown the shirt to the floor and ran her hand down my chest. Her hand tracked south to my jeans and my cock almost punched through the zipper. Adelita snapped the button, then drew the zipper down. She pushed my jeans down and it was all I could fucking do not to push her to the mattress and sink inside her.
It had been too long.
Too fucking long.
Adelita froze, and I knew she’d seen it. “Tanner . . .” she whispered, her Mexican accent thick as it rolled around my name. It used to bother me, hearing my name said in such a way. Now it was the best fucking thing to ever hit my ears. Adelita reached out and traced the tattoo of her necklace on my chest. “This date . . .” she said, catching the numbers underneath.
“Was the day we met.”
Adelita’s lips twitched before they lifted into a smile. “The very first day?” Her head tipped to the side and I felt like I’d been punched in my gut by how fucking stunning she was. “You hated me when we first met. On sight.”
I smirked. “You fucking destroyed me. One look at you fucking ruined me.”
Adelita kissed the date. I hissed. Her lips felt good on my skin. “I broke the infamous White Prince . . .” She looked at me through her thick lashes. “My greatest accomplishment in life.” Her lips twitched in amusement.
Growling and fucking done with waiting, I pushed Adelita back, laid her on the bed and shucked off my jeans. I covered her with my body and I crashed my lips to hers. Adelita moaned underneath me and it felt so fucking right. Her tits pressed against my chest, her arms and legs wrapped around me. It suddenly didn’t feel like it’d been years. It was yesterday and I’d just asked her to marry me. It was her underneath me, me inside her and her telling me yes.
“Baby,” she whispered against my mouth. I broke away and looked down at her sprawled out below me. Something shifted in my chest and the heavy weight I’d been carrying lifted.
She was away from her old man.
I was away from mine.
“Please, Tanner,” Adelita begged. “Make me forget. Take this day away from me . . . make love to me.”
I kissed her lips again, then kissed down her neck and collarbone. Reaching her tits, I sucked a nipple into my mouth. Adelita cried out and clutched my head. I remembered this. I remembered her fire when we fucked. I remembered her nails digging into my head and the way her back arched anytime I touched her tits. I groaned, and moved further south until I reached her pussy. I parted her legs and ran my hands down her thighs. Adelita’s head snapped back as I ran my thumb over her clit.