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)
Turnabout is fair play.
And he’s getting his revenge in the most devilish of ways. The water pours over us, soaking our hair, my makeup running wild across my face. You’d never know it by how he stares at me like he’s the lucky one.
That look empowers me, making me feel sexy.
It’s an incredible feeling, like ecstasy.
Just as he reaches the apex between my legs, he swipes two fingers gently over my entrance and then back again. I open my eyes to find his fixed on mine, my reactions too visceral to restrain—weakened knees, my breathing heavier, and my mind blurring as I struggle to remember my name.
When he dips inside me, I suck harder until he rips his fingers away and replaces them with his mouth. Our tongues tangle as we set each other’s worlds on fire. Our bodies become a frenzy of kisses and hands, nails digging into skin, and cold stone walls that send shivers down my spine.
He fucks me as I stroke him closer to the edge of his own orgasm.
On the verge of finding the bliss I haven’t captured in so long, my body feels empty without him. He kisses me harder this time, an intention that’s turned with intensity. As if it’s too much, too much fire, too much heat, too much desire to keep feeding, he pushes himself away from me. His chest is heavy with the breaths he’s releasing. Staring at me with the water raining down between us, he says, “You feel too good. I need to be inside you, Liv.”
Liv . . .
He never saw the masquerade I was wearing. He just saw me. Always me.
“I want that, too.”
Grabbing the packet, he rips it open and covers his erection. He slides his hands around my shoulders, kissing me, then spinning away from facing him. My hands are anchored to the wall when I feel the slick of his body against my back. “Watch your head.”
I look at the stone tiles I have my palms pressed to just as I realize what he means. Shuffling, I brace as he positions himself at my entrance. He asks, “You ready?”
The slightest of nods barely escapes before he fills the emptiness inside me. “Oh God,” I cry out, never wanting this fullness to vanish. My elbows loosen, but when he pulls out and thrusts again, I straighten, bracing myself for everything he’s willing to give.
His groans twist my insides, his whispers of desire elicit goose bumps over my skin, and when he bites my shoulder, the pleasurable pain shoots to my core. I feel my body giving way, my knees weakening. He wraps himself around me and fucks like he has no other choice.
Erratic.
Intense.
Powerful.
Passionate.
It’s fast. Hard. Dangerous as I take his unwavering thrusts that touch parts of myself I thought I buried long ago. He unearths every one of those emotions and memories. Unleashing the secrets that are the heart of me.
My head drops forward as my mind goes blank. The quakes of my body erupt around him as he pumps inside me, taking me like he’ll never have another chance.
The sound of his release comes in a “fuck” that echoes off the tiles and sends my body to bend at his command again. Thrown into turmoil, I come a second time at the end of his. My fingers press so hard to the wall that I feel like I could crush it beneath my fingertips. “Noah.” I suck in his name on a breath that catches in my throat as I’m dragged into the beautiful oblivion again.
I fall and fall until I’m caught in his arms and covered with kisses, bringing me back to life again. When our harsh breathing evens out, he turns me around and caresses my chin. “You’re so beautiful it hurts.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing the corner of his jaw, then higher on the side of his mouth. His eyes look tired, as if he’s been fighting his own tidal wave of emotion, and the exhaustion has caught up to him.
It’s the sex.
But there’s more to it than that. When it comes to the complications of the two of us, we have so much to talk about when the time comes.
Touching his lips with my fingertip, I follow with a quick kiss, and then say, “It’s almost four in the morning.”
“It’s the weekend, so we can sleep late.”
“I’ve not had that luxury for a while.”
I hate that I have butterflies, considering what we just did, but they’re fluttering with nerves because I want to leave the past where it lives and focus on the second chance we’ve been given, so I ask, “Will you stay?”
15
Olivia
I smile, and when I do, he does as well. Smiles are contagious in the right situations, like this one.
He leans down to kiss me, his lips full and taking mine. When he pulls back, he licks his lips, and says, “I’d like that.”