Full Throttle (Reynold’s Restorations #5) Read Online Melanie Moreland

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors: Series: Reynold's Restorations Series by Melanie Moreland
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
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Her eyes were still closed, but her body responded, opening to me like a flower. Her heat surrounded me as I slid my cock along her wet pussy, watching her the whole time. Her eyes blinked open, widening when she saw me, but she wrapped her legs around my hips, drawing me in. I slid inside her, groaning at how right it felt. How right we felt.

Without a word, I kissed her, moving in long, slow passes. She made a strangled noise in her throat, her arms holding me tight. I opened my eyes, meeting her wide gaze. I kept moving, our gazes never faltering, our mouths staying together. I slid my hands along her arms, lifting them over her head, holding them with one hand as I gripped her ass with the other, moving faster, my need for her becoming intense. She gasped as I changed the angle, and she began to breathe faster.

Everything narrowed down to the feel of where we were joined. The connection between us. The spiral of ecstasy and the heat of our bodies as we moved together. She stiffened, her fingers crushing mine as she orgasmed, the clutch of her sending me over the edge. I was free-falling, not caring if I hit the ground. Pure, unadulterated elation flowed through me. It wound around us, a fire that could not be stopped.

Until we were nothing but ashes.

And I was okay with that.

We dozed, woke again, showering away the desire of the night from our bodies but not our minds. Cherry was oddly shy again, which made me smile. The running commentary began as I made coffee as she perched on one of the high stools by the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room. My cupboards were pretty, the layout nice. She loved the wooden floors and the old crown molding.

“So charming,” she stated, taking a sip of her coffee, allowing me the chance to speak.

“Charming is one word,” I snorted. “Add in the leaking pipes, drafty windows, and squeaking floors, and I can think of another one.”

“But that lovely tub.”

I met her gaze. “Really, Cherry G, do I look like a tub guy?”

“I suppose not. But one never knows.”

“I think after last night—and this morning—you know me pretty well. At least in one sense.” I winked at her.

She tossed her hair, making me smile. “For all I know, you could enjoy a good soak.”

I took a long drink of my coffee, eyeing her. She wore my shirt, the long sleeves rolled up, the bottom coming halfway down her thighs. Her hair was damp, curling softly around her face in long waves. In the morning light, free of makeup or proper clothes, she was effortlessly sexy. Pretty. I liked her. A lot.

“I do like a good soak,” I drawled. “Namely, my cock bathed in your hot pussy. But other than that, I’m a shower guy.”

Her cheeks flamed, and I had to chuckle. She tried to divert the conversation, pointing out the pluses of my gas stove.

I poured another coffee and let her ramble.

Used to the silence of my own company, I found myself enjoying it.

“You ripped my blouse,” Cherry said, her voice prim.

“Wear the shirt you have on now,” I replied, not at all put out. “I like how it looks on you.”

“I liked that blouse.”

“I’ll buy you another one. It was in the way of your skin.”

She made an exasperated sound. “Hannah will notice.”

I had to laugh. “Hannah has already figured it out, Cherry G. She knows her momma was up to no good all night. The two of you can probably share notes.”

Her indignant sigh said it all.

“Chase invited us to join them. You want to do that or head back to bed?” I appraised her in a long, slow glance. “I know what I’d prefer.”

She slid off the stool, crossing her arms. “I want to see my daughter, then I’m heading back to Toronto.”

I sidled over, standing in front of her. “You want me to follow, baby?”

“Follow?”

“I can come back with you. Spend the evening. The night. You can show me all the great things about your place.”

She blinked. “You-you want to come with me? You’re not tired of me?”

I shook my head, looping my arms around her waist. “I doubt that is ever gonna happen. Certainly not now. Not today. I can’t get enough of you.”

All her tension melted, her body conforming itself to mine. Her eyes grew softer, filling with an emotion I couldn’t identify, but I liked. She wrapped her arms around my neck. “Really?”

I lowered my head, my lips ghosting over hers. “Really.”

She yanked me close, licking at my mouth. “Then, yes.”

CHAPTER SIX

Dom

We pulled up outside Chase’s, heading to the front door. Cherry looked nervous again, worrying the inside of her cheek and pausing on the step. “Maybe I should just call you later,” she offered. “I’m going to get my things and head home.”


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