Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
She tugs me closer and I willingly go, nipping at her collarbone. “This, Luna. This is why I need another chance.”
“This is just physical.” But even as she says the words, she’s rocking against me, chasing that feeling only I can give her. Not only because her body was made for mine, but because I’d fucking kill any other man who dared touch her.
“Fuck that,” I growl, shoving my hand down the front of her leggings. She’s already soaking wet for me when I tug her panties to the side and drag my knuckles through her folds. “This is more than physical.”
“Samson.” She tries to sound mad, but the way her body bows toward mine… the way she rolls her hips against my hand… I know better. She’s turned the fuck on.
I pull my hand back and then palm her hips, sliding her down to her feet. “Don’t move.”
“What are you—”
I drop to my knees before her, tugging her leggings and panties down as I go. “Showing you.”
“Showing me what?”
“That you’re fucking mine.” I dig my left hand into the soft flesh of her ass and toss her right leg over my shoulder as I lower my face to her dripping pussy. “That every part of you is made for every part of me.”
She tries to say my name again, but it comes out as a mangled cry as I dip my tongue inside of her before licking my way up to her needy little clit.
I work her over with my mouth, licking and kissing and sucking everywhere except for where she wants me to. I tease her with my tongue until she’s delirious with need… until she’s begging.
“Please, Samson.” She digs her slender fingers into my scalp, trying to guide me to where she wants me the most. “Please.”
“I’ve got you, Luna. I know how to make you feel good.”
She bucks against my face as I finally focus all of my attention on her clit. I alternate between flattening my tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves and flicking it with just the tip.
“You taste so fucking good, Luna.” I speak the words against her fevered flesh. “Like fucking heaven.”
Her legs shake from my efforts, and with one last swipe of my tongue, she falls apart as she rides my face.
As she recovers from her orgasm, I press soft kisses to her pussy and thighs.
“Samson.” Her tone is firm, and I know it’s time to talk.
Gently, I lower her right leg back down to the floor, bracing her while she gets her feet steadily beneath her.
She tugs up her bottoms as I stand, rearranging my rock-hard cock behind the fabric of my jeans.
“As much as I loved… that… I’m not sure what you think it proves.”
I step into her, craving her nearness. “You’re mine. And I can guaran-goddamn-tee there’s not another person out there that could make you feel like that. You wanna know why?”
“Why?” She sounds doubtful.
“Because it’s not just my body and yours. It’s our fucking hearts… our souls. It’s every fiber of our beings coming together when we touch because we’re made for each other, Stella. You’re it for me, and I know I’m doing a shit job of proving it, but I will. I. Fucking. Will.”
She sighs and slumps against me, laying her head on my chest. “You keep saying that, Samson. And maybe it’s because immaturity on my part, but I need you to show me.”
“It’s not.” I lift her gaze to mine. “It’s not immature for you to want my actions to back my words.”
“Are you sure?” she asks, vulnerability painting her every word.
“I’m positive, Luna.”
“Where do we go from here?”
“I messed up when I asked you to keep us a secret.” She gives me a duh look. “Not for the reason you’re thinking.”
“Then why?”
“I never wanted you to be a secret, Stella. I wanted time for us to just be. With no weight or expectations. Just you and me, together finally.”
“I guess that doesn’t sound awful.” She drags her bare toes across the floor.
“Yeah?”
“I mean, I like the thought of keeping you all to myself for a minute. But, Samson…”
I cup her cheek. “Yeah?”
“It can’t be like tonight. You can’t ignore me or make me feel like less than. You have to treat me the same way you always have.”
“I promise.” I drop a soft kiss to her lips. “Except when we’re alone. Then, all bets are off.”
She looks up at me from beneath her long lashes. “I think… I think I’m okay with that.”
“I bet you are,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss her again.
I lick my way into her mouth, but right as our tongues touch, the back door slams shut and we break apart like a wildfire suddenly erupted between us.
“Stella, Samson, what are y’all still doing here?” Mrs. Cartwright hollers as she steps into the kitchen.