Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 129084 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129084 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
When her body stills, I prop myself up, leaning over to kiss her mouth, but am quick to fall back again. Reaching for me, she whispers, “That’s never happened before.”
I grin, my ego fed and satisfied.
Turning to her, our eyes meet and the wave that just ripped through her is replaced with a calmer sunset. “That long, huh?”
Her gaze rolls to the ceiling. Our arms press together before her pinky wraps around mine. “It’s been never.” With a flutter of her lids, her eyes close.
I can’t stop thinking about “never” and what she means by that, but I don’t want to disrupt our peaceful state to ask. Rolling to my side, I kiss under her jaw, then her chin before covering the column of her graceful neck, taking my time to appreciate the intimacy.
Intimacy isn’t something I’ve ever wanted. That urge is never present. With Liv, I crave it. I don’t want this night to end.
My dick finds an ounce of relief in the contact between us, but nothing will ease the hunger growing inside until I’m buried deep within her. But her breathing deepens as if exhaustion has finally taken hold of her without permission.
My chest is as twisted as my thoughts lying beside her. It’s probably the whiskey, the late hour, and the woman. It’s probably best if I get some sleep like she’s finding.
Bury the thoughts, the twist, the desire of wanting more from her. Sleep. It doesn’t take long for me to give in like she has . . .
I’m not sure how long I’m out but when I force my eyes open, I stay quiet in bed, spying on Liv leaning against the frame of the balcony door. The wind catches the ends of her hair, sending them into a tiny mess while the ocean grows louder in the morning hours.
Ice crumbles against the sides of her glass, and condensation gathers, threatening to fall against her creamy skin. She’s stunning in the moonlight, the silhouette of her body—great tits, that ass that I bit for her attention, the curve of her lower back my hands grazed over, and the softness of her belly that I kissed just after making her come. She’d probably hate that I notice the details of her body, but it’s not about seeing them now.
It’s about memorizing, remembering everything about this night for later . . . a night alone, an urge that needs an image to accompany it, a dating drought. That’s never happened, but there’s a first for everything.
Those urges come roaring back from the sight of her body, mine on full alert. Sleeping didn’t ease the discomfort of wanting something more from her. Is it the way I’m not allowed into her thoughts or how she appears aloof that keeps me magnetized by her presence? Or maybe it’s that the only thing I definitively know about her is three letters. Liv. I’m not used to being shut out, yet she’s doing a great job of keeping things surface.
She takes another sip, the shift of the glass causing a droplet to hit her chest and run toward the slight of her breast, threatening to coat her nipple. The chill sends a shiver of goose bumps across her skin. I follow the water as it trickles over her skin, the trail glistening in the moonlight.
My dick stirs, the sight summoning me to her. If I’m only getting one night with her, I plan to make the most of every minute of it. And I can’t wait another fucking second to taste her again.
Pushing up from the bed, I walk to her, needing to touch her in a way that causes an eruption of awakening within her. I run my hand over her hip and dip to kiss the curve until I reach the spot behind her ear that makes her tremble in the most delicious way.
Without telling anyone, we left a bonfire only a few hours earlier and made our way back to the house.
If she would have had her way, I would have been inside her as soon as we crossed the threshold, but we kissed instead. Not sure when I grew a conscience, but I slowed things down trying to win over her mind as much as her body. She appeared to be on a mission of her own, though. I wasn’t hard to convince. We did little talking thereafter, losing ourselves in the exploration of each other’s bodies, hands scrambling to undress each other as we headed for the bedroom.
I can’t say I didn’t try to be a gentleman.
But now the mood has changed. I’m sure she feels the shift as much as I do. She remains quiet, keeping her thoughts to herself, and her lips wet from another sip of water.
Since we’re both standing here naked, bare to each other, I whisper, “We don’t have to leave as strangers.” I sacrifice another effort to make something from nothing.