Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“Once more,” he ordered, then started to move.
I opened my mouth to object, but he dropped his lips down to mine and kissed the breath out of me.
He plundered my mouth, his tongue tangling with my own, as he claimed me.
And it was a claiming. Everything in that kiss told me exactly what I needed to know.
I was his. Now. Tomorrow, and next week. He wanted me, and I had to either accept it, or fight. But fighting would still lead to what we both knew was inevitable. Defeat.
He would have me, and I had no choice but to accept that.
So I did. I sank into the kiss, letting him know with my body that I was submitting.
His hand in my hair confirmed the victory, and then he started to pump his hips, but differently this time. More languid and lazy.
He continued to kiss me while he played with my nipple, coaxing my nerve endings into tingling threads of awareness that I felt all over.
“Please,” I gasped into the kiss. “Please!”
His lips smiled against mine, but he didn’t slow the assault. He continued to push and pull, take and give, until I was, yet again, on the verge of the cliff.
But this time, when I fell over the edge, he followed right along with me.
The hot spurts of his release filled me, and it was long minutes until I was able to think clearly once again.
The haze of pleasure was still lingering inside of me, but I was now able to remember who and where I was.
“It’s a good thing we have a maid service here,” I told him bluntly. “You’re a messy boy.”
He started to chuckle.
“I’ll try to have a towel handy from now on,” he replied dryly, pulling me into his chest and twisting until he lay fully on his back with me curled into his side.
The loss of his length from inside of me was an instant ache, and I wanted him back before I was even completely settled in, close at his side.
I lifted my leg, trying to find a way to recapture what I had without actually putting him back inside of me, and he started to laugh.
“Miss me already?”
The sweet ache between my legs was confirmation enough.
“Yes,” I told him honestly. “But I’ll live.”
He rumbled something, and it vibrated his chest quite deliciously.
Then he rolled us, me completely over, and him to his side, so that we were now back to belly, with him behind me.
The moment he had me into place, he lifted my leg and slid easily back inside of me.
I clenched around him, unsurprised to find him just as hard now as he had been a minute ago.
“We’re going to die of dehydration before the night is over,” I moaned lightly.
He leaned forward and nipped my ear, and the strangest sense of peace swept over me.
“I tried to do this once with another man.”
He stiffened, pushing himself even further inside of me despite his intentions.
“I couldn’t do it,” I whispered. “He was a good man. A good friend, but… there was something wrong with me. Something that you fixed.”
“What was his name?”
My smile was wide as I said, “Cord.”
“I hate that I can’t hate him.”
When he started to pull out of me and away, I grabbed his behind and held him to me.
“Stay.”
And he did.
But not still.
At least not for long.
Chapter 10
We all have that one friend you need to say ‘be nice’ to before you introduce them to someone. I’m that friend.
-Audrey’s secret thoughts
Audrey
I clenched my eyes shut in horror as the driver took a turn at thirty miles an hour…on the wrong side of the road.
I was going to die.
I was literally going to die, and I hadn’t even told the man currently occupying the front seat how much he meant to me.
“Doesn’t Honduras have any traffic laws?”
The laziness in Tobias’ voice would’ve fooled most people, but with the amount of time I’d been spending with him lately, I wasn’t fooled.
Tobias was about to freak the fuck out.
Being with the Alabama Highway Patrol, he’d seen a lot, and he had responded to quite a few wrecks in his career. Likely he wasn’t looking forward to dealing with the seemingly inevitable accident that was waiting to happen.
“Oh, yeah!” The woman on my left, the tour guide for today’s excursion into the world of Honduras, nodded her head. “Lots of laws.”
I was seated on a bench seat directly behind Tobias, with the tour guide directly beside me. To my left
“Are they enforced?”
I bit my lip at his question, hearing the tightness in his voice.
He sounded relaxed, yes, but with the captain chair he was sitting on, it enabled me to see his right leg. His thigh tensed each and every time the driver veered off the normal side of the road.
I gasped when I saw potholes the size of a small Texas town taking up not just one side of the road, but both.