Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 135847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
I started panting again.
“Like this,” he went on.
I lifted my hips to meet every thrust because it had started building again for me.
“I’m gonna do it all to you, Elsa,” he promised.
God, I hoped so.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Did you touch yourself, thinking about me?”
“Yes,” I admitted.
“You’re a good baby,” he murmured.
My pussy clenched his driving cock.
“That’s it, milk me,” he encouraged.
I did, fighting his hands at my wrists because seeing his beautiful face dark with sex, his sleek chest and boxed abs, watching the grace of his body move as he filled me and retreated, I needed to touch him.
“Stay still while I fuck you,” he ordered.
I tried, I couldn’t, I was going to come again.
“Let go,” he grunted.
I cried out as the second orgasm swept through me, magnified by hearing his take him, feeling his already forceful thrusts intensify as he pumped his climax into my pussy.
He collapsed on me, some of his weight held up by the arm that was still pinning down my hands. His breaths were rough and welcome against the skin of my neck, mine had to be the same against his shoulder.
And there was something I liked about how he didn’t let me go. How he kept me pinned down. How we were both finished, but him doing that made our brilliant session linger.
I felt his lips slide up my neck as he finally let go of my wrists, but only so he could link his fingers through mine on one of my hands.
In my ear, he asked, “Okay?”
“More than,” I answered.
He moved his head, gave me a slow, deep kiss, ended it and pointed out the obvious, “I get intense during sex.”
“I noticed.”
His lips quirked and he remarked, “Seemed to work for you.”
These just weren’t after-sex questions. There was something more here than checking in and curiosity.
But considering how intense he actually got, I could understand why that would be.
“It very much worked for me.”
His fingers tightened and some of the languid, post-sex look went out of his face, so I braced.
“Don’t give up on me.”
I closed my eyes and squeezed his hand.
I opened them when he continued, “And I’m asking you to try to stop walking away or retreating emotionally when you run into one of the fences I’ve got up.”
I hated that he was right about the fact I did that, just as much as I hated the fact I did it.
But I did.
He used his free hand to rub his knuckles lightly along my cheekbone and his voice lowered when he carried on.
“I know it’s gonna require patience, Elsa. Maybe that’s asking too much, but I hope to fuck not. We both have a tendency to get our backs up and act on it. I like you. I like this. And I need you to work with me on it, because I’m going to fly out Monday, and then it’s going to be long distance, so it’s going to get harder. If we want to see if this is gonna work, we can’t fall down now.”
He was very right.
Still.
“I didn’t have the greatest night last night, Hale,” I reminded him.
He winced.
I loved it that he felt that…and showed it.
Still.
“Yes,” I said gently. “Maybe my temper flared too quickly because of that, but if you ask me to give you space to share when you’re ready, I need you to give me some too while I deal with the crap that’s happening with my family.”
“That didn’t slip my mind, but when I got pissed, it also did. And that wasn’t cool. My reaction to you wanting to get to know me better wasn’t cool either. I’m sorry, baby.”
Okay, so he’d been a dick.
We’d had words.
We’d worked that all out and then made up… spectacularly.
And you had to give it to a man who had it in him to apologize.
It was time to lead us out of this heavy.
“Well, considering I just had two fantastic orgasms, you’re forgiven,” I teased.
He smirked before he kissed me again.
Then he let my hand go and slid down my body, kissing my chest, my midriff, my belly and the inside of my right thigh before he was off the bed.
I turned to my side and curled up to watch as he hiked his jeans over his ass, noticing belatedly he went commando, the opened V of the fly now a frame for the brown curls at his crotch.
My legs moved restlessly, because that was an amazing view.
He didn’t bother zipping and said, “Gonna get rid of this condom. Be back.”
He took off to the bathroom.
I scooted around on the bed and reached for my panties, extricating them from my jeans.
I was pulling them on when he got back.
He grasped me under my arms, entering the bed on his knee, hauling me with him until we ended up in a cuddle in the middle of his massive bed, the city lights illuminating our cozy scene.