Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
He dropped his head and snagged a nipple into his mouth, tugging on it, scraping it with his teeth.
Yes. That’s how she liked it from him.
But it wasn’t just the sex with him that did it for her.
He made her feel something she hadn’t felt in a long time. Her heart had been ripped out of her chest when Lily had been taken. And now, it was almost full again. By not only the knowledge that her daughter would soon be home but also by this man.
She pushed all of that out of her head, so she could enjoy these moments with him. The mindless pleasure and the connection they shared.
“Em,” he murmured, then licked her all the way from her nipple up to her neck, trailing his warm, wet tongue up her throat.
“Hmm?”
“Thinkin’ too much,” he grumbled against her now damp skin.
“Think so?”
“Know so.”
“Then make it so I can’t think of anything but you and what you’re doing.” With that she slapped his ass so hard that he jerked in surprise.
He growled and increased his pace, pounding her until she could think of nothing but him and how her body reacted to him. He gently nipped the delicate skin behind her ear, then traced his tongue around the outer edge. “Love fuckin’ you.”
The feeling was mutual.
Every forceful thrust of his hips jolted her, but she wasn’t going to tell him to let up. No...
“Give me all of you, Dawson.”
“Givin’ it.”
“Not enough. I need more,” she encouraged. “Give me everything.”
He lifted his head, his expression serious. “Em, givin’ you everythin’ I have. It’s all yours.”
She dug her hands into his hair and yanked his head down, grabbing his lower lip with her teeth and tugging hard enough for him to feel it.
With a groan, he shuddered, his pace stuttering. He took her mouth forcefully, smothering her moan as he increased his rhythm once again.
He worked his hand down between them, finding her clit and pinching her hard, swallowing her cry. That was all it took...
Her core squeezed him tight and everything exploded around her, dragging him with her on that journey. He released her mouth and grunted loudly as he thrust hard once more, grinding his hips tightly against her. His cock twitched as he buried his face into her neck and came deep inside her. For a split moment, she imagined what it would be like not to be on birth control, to become pregnant, to carry this man’s baby, to bear his children. To let him experience everything he missed by being shut out of his daughter’s life.
He’d missed out on so much.
She lightly drew her fingers up his back, over his damp skin and the “colors” he wore on his skin. The tattoos that represented his unusual family, the people he belonged to, his brotherhood. Visible proof that he was an extremely loyal man.
When she finally caught her breath, she asked, “I know the tattoos on your back are there for a reason, but what about the rest? Do they all have meaning?” She stroked his hair, his weight on her a satisfying feeling.
He shifted slightly, relieving some of his bulk from her, but his cock remained inside her, still hard. He probably felt the same as her, not ready to break that intimate connection.
“A lot of ‘em do, yeah,” he murmured into her neck.
“I’m not sure I’d ever get a tattoo...” she admitted. “Did they hurt?”
“Some did. Depends where they’re at,” he said.
“I honestly don’t understand it.”
“Gettin’ ink?”
“Yes,” she answered.
“Don’t like ‘em?”
She considered that question for a moment. “You know, if someone would’ve asked me that before meeting you, I would’ve said no, I don’t like them. But now that I’ve seen you naked, I can’t say I hate them. It’s you. It makes you who you are and I actually can’t imagine you without them.”
“Em...” he murmured.
Every time he simply said her name in that deep, grumbly voice of his, it set the butterflies afloat in her stomach. She’d never tire of him saying it. “Yeah?”
With a sigh, he slipped out of her, slid to her side and gathered her in his arms. “If you would’ve met me in another way other than what you did, would you’ve given me the time of day?”
Emma’s breath hitched. She knew the answer, and he knew the answer, so she wasn’t sure why he was asking it.
“Truth,” he prodded.
“You know the answer, Dawson.”
“Know this is fucked up an’ ain’t glad Lily was taken, but if she hadn’t been, I’d never would’ve met you.”
“Probably not.”
“Sometimes fate’s fucked up.”
She turned her head to glance at him, but he wasn’t looking at her. Instead, he was staring across the room, a thoughtful, faraway look on his face. She brushed her fingers down his cheek and over his beard, drawing his attention. “Yes, it is.”