Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Her hands tighten in my hair, and her hips lift off the bed. My mouth goes to work, licking, sucking, and tasting her. Her legs begin to tremble, and I want her there. I need her to come because I’m not so sure I won’t shoot off like a damn rocket as soon as I’m surrounded by her heat. Adjusting my position, I slide one finger inside, making a come-hither motion, and that sets her off. She’s full-on pulling my hair as her moans of pleasure greet me, even under the covers. I lazily stroke my finger in and out of her as I softly kiss her clit.
It’s not until her hands release their hold on me and the covers fly over my head do I pull my mouth away. “You okay, lawyer girl?”
“Can’t move,” she pants.
Gently placing McKenna’s legs on the bed, I kiss my way up her body until I’m smiling down at her. I can’t make out her features, but the light glow of the moonlight tells me her eyes are closed. “Kenna,” I whisper. My voice is gravelly, and my heart is pounding in my chest. I go to move beside her, but she stops me with her hands on my arms.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving you some time.”
“No. No. No, I don’t want time, Rip. I want you. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wondered what it would be like to be with you. To know that we shared a night together that we can’t remember, well, that sucks,” she says, making me laugh. “I want you, Rip Callahan. I want my boyfriend to fuck me.”
“I can’t fuck you, Kenna, but I can make love to you. Will you let me do that, baby? Will you let me make love to you?”
“Is there a difference? However you say it, you inside me is the end game, so yeah, whatever play on words you want to use, I’m ready for more. More of you.”
Moving off her, I reach into the nightstand and grab the new, unopened box of condoms I stored there just a week ago. Ripping open the box, I pull out a foil packet and cover my dick. Then, I’m back where I belong, hovering over my girl, the warmth of her body calling to me like a beacon in the night.
“There’s a difference, Kenna. You see, saying that you’re fucking someone has no feelings involved. Making love, whether it’s sweet—” I press a tender kiss to her lips. “—or dirty,” I say, pushing inside her in one swift thrust. “…when your heart is involved, it’s always making love. No matter what we do in this bed, I’ll never be fucking you. Understand?”
“I-Is your heart involved?”
I pull out almost all the way and push back in. “My heart’s involved, Kenna. My heart, my mind, my body. Everything I am is yours.”
“Rip—” She shudders, and I find a rhythm, rocking my hips into hers.
“You’re mine, McKenna. I want you for a lifetime. I want to make love to you for years to come. Fuck me. I want to make love to you for the rest of my life. You’re made for me. Your pussy loves my cock,” I say when I feel her pulsing around me. “You own me, all of me,” I say, kissing her slow and deep. Her nails dig into my back, and I welcome the pain. Finally, we’re where we’re supposed to be.
While I’ve always cared for her, over the last month spending time together, and then after this week, all the time we’ve spent together, her agreeing to be my girlfriend, I know how this ends.
Mrs. McKenna Callahan.
I’ve given her my heart.
I want to give her my name.
I want to give her my babies.
I want her future.
“More,” she gasps. I rest my head on her shoulder and let loose. I give her everything I have. “R-Rip, Oh, I’m close. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
“Come for me, Kenna. I’m close, baby, and I need you to come again. Let me have it,” I growl.
Over and over again, I bring our hips together until she cries out my name. With one final thrust, I still as I spill over inside her.
Chapter 22
McKenna
“How am I supposed to sleep without you?” Rip asks. He’s currently lying on his bed, propped up on one arm with the bedsheet pooling at his waist as he watches me get dressed.
“You’ve slept years without me. I think you’ll be fine.”
“No. I won’t. That’s before I knew what it was like to fall asleep with you in my arms. I’m telling you, baby. I won’t be okay.”
He’s being so serious. There’s no hint of amusement on his face. Call me crazy, but I believe him. I’m also wondering how I’m going to sleep without his arms around me, but I guess we’re about to find out.