Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 177690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 888(@200wpm)___ 711(@250wpm)___ 592(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 177690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 888(@200wpm)___ 711(@250wpm)___ 592(@300wpm)
“Aden!” she cries, the heels of her feet thrusting against the mattress, her body moving up in the air.
She liked that. She liked that a lot.
I move my hand down to the soft fabric of her pants, hooking my fingers in the waistband, while I bite into her breast again. Her body jerks upward, and I pull on her pants, sliding them over her ass and down, as my tongue soothes her breast.
“You’re so beautiful, Hope,” I whisper. I hardly recognize my own voice. It’s hoarse and thick with hunger. It’s going to be hell holding myself back. I know if I pushed it, Hope would give into me. That’s not how I want this though. That’s not how I want any of this to go. I want her to be the one to push the issue—her to be the one to demand I take her body.
I have a lot to make up for with her and if I have to spend some time with blue balls… so be it.
I kiss down her stomach, tasting her skin as I go, and letting my tongue memorize the indention of her ribs as she stretches, the smooth, sweet texture, and the curve of her stomach.
“Oh God,” she moans, her voice not much more than a tortured whisper of breath, and I like it. It’s like whiskey that goes straight to my head. I could get drunk on this woman… So easily.
I flick my tongue against her navel, my hands braced on each of her hips. My fingers bite into her skin as the honeyed scent of her arousal reaches me. Jesus. It’s enough to bring a man to his knees. I want to bury my face between her thighs and drown.
“Christ, honey,” I groan. Her body tightens up beneath me. Her eyes open and I see the fear in them. I don’t know why she’s trying to hold herself away from me. It’s killing me that I can’t remember the past—and yet, at the same time, I’m glad I don’t. If I was such a bastard that I threw away Hope’s love and didn’t appreciate her or Jack, I don’t want to remember. I don’t want to be that person. “Shh… it’s okay. I promise you. We’re going to go slow. Tonight is all about you, honey. I only want to make you feel good.”
“I don’t think we should do this,” she whispers. “There’s things we need to talk about…I’m just not ready,” she adds, and I hate that even through the desire in her voice, I can hear fear in her words.
My first instinct is to stop, but something tells me if I keep backing off, I’m never going to get what I want. I may not remember my past, but I want Hope as my future. Everything inside of me is telling me that. I want—no… I need her back in my bed. I slide down to the foot of the bed, placing a kiss against her pussy, through her wet panties. I even lick against them, unable to stop myself.
Soon.
“I’m sorry, Aden,” she whispers. Her voice is full of regret, again I worry I’m pushing too hard, too soon—but, I don’t stop.
I hold her gaze in mine, and then I move her pants down her legs, throwing them into the corner.
“I’m not stopping, Hope.”
“But—”
“You can keep your panties on, tonight at least,” I answer, willing to only give her that small escape, even though it kills me. And then, because I know she needs it, I lie on my side beside her. She turns her head to look at me. There’s so many different emotions running across her face I can’t name one of them, but I do see the question in her eyes.
“Aden…” she murmurs, and then stops. Maybe she doesn’t know what she’s feeling either.
“I want you to keep your eyes on me, Hope. Look at me while I give you pleasure,” I order her, and my voice is commanding enough that it is an order.
“Is it normal to be… afraid?” she whispers.
“Afraid of me?” I ask, because I don’t like that idea at all and I wouldn’t have the first clue on how to fix that problem.
“No,” she whispers, and her hand comes up to touch the side of my face, her fingers pushing against my beard.
I place my hand over hers and then drag them down, sliding my fingers between hers and linking them. I keep our joined hands against my chest so she can feel the beating of my heart.
“I’m here with you, Hope. I’m not going anywhere and I’m not going to rush you. We’ll take this as easy as you want it,” I tell her, trying for reassurance and praying it helps.
I watch the movement of her throat as she swallows. Her tongue comes out to lick her lips as if she’s trying to fight against her nerves. I bend down and slide my tongue against hers, while carefully using my free hand to slide into her panties. Her body tenses and I stop, holding my hand against her heated pussy, to hold it and nothing else. She’s so wet I can feel her slick juices coat my hand almost instantly.