Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 117915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Whether or not he was capable of following through with the promise was another thing entirely, but in that moment, I didn’t care because I simply needed him, as much of him as I could possibly get.
Champ’s hand cradled the side of my head while he pressed soft kisses along the other side of my face. “You’re so fucking beautiful. And smart.” He punctuated each adjective with kisses. “And funny. And strong.”
I pulled him fully on top of me and wrapped my arms and legs around him, even though he was still fully clothed. We kissed and touched and reveled in each other’s bodies until he was as naked as I was and pressing the tip of his slick cock against my hole.
“You feel so good,” I groaned. My hands grasped the swell of his biceps before moving up to his wide shoulders. He was strong and heavy and didn’t hesitate to put me where he wanted me.
Champ moved his arms behind my legs to hold them up. The divot of concentration between his eyebrows made me want to laugh. No matter how frantic our lovemaking was, no matter how bossy and demanding he got, he always made sure that he wasn’t hurting me… and that I was into it every bit as much as he was.
When he pushed inside me, I blew out a breath of relief. I’d been reliving this feeling all day, and now that he was back inside me where he belonged, I realized my memory hadn’t done it justice.
“Just like that,” I murmured when he brushed my gland. He pulled back and pushed forward again until I let out a deep, debauched groan and tilted my head back on the pillow. Sex with Champ was the best I’d ever had, and knowing he was bare, that there were no barriers between us, made it even hotter.
Champ’s lips tugged gently on the skin over my collarbone until he changed his tactic and sucked a mark into my skin. Between sucks and bites, he murmured to me in that mesmerizing voice of his.
“You tie me in knots… Swear to fucking God, you have me under a spell… I’ll do anything… just… Christ, sweetheart, you feel so… Quinn, fuck… Don’t… don’t stop letting me in your bed… I need…” He thrust deep inside and let out a groan. “I need you. I need…”
His hand reached between us to wrap around my dick. I wasn’t even sure it was necessary since his words and that fat cock of his had brought me to the edge already. But as soon as he took hold of me and pulled back enough to meet my eyes, it was over. I was so fucking gone for him.
His words washed over me as my orgasm hit. “That’s it, baby. Let go. Let me hear you. When you come, you’re gonna take me with you.” I arched against him, grasping wildly at his sweat-slick skin as he continued to pound into me and jack me at the same time.
I shouted his name in a choking plea as my muscles contracted around him and my body fell into the sweetest kind of release—the kind that seemed only to come when Champ was with me.
My brain continued to float as he withdrew and pushed one of my knees up. I opened my eyes to catch him staring at my hole. Just when I was ready to pull away from him out of embarrassment at my wrecked ass, he reached down and used his fingers to gently press some of his escaping cum back inside me.
I let out a low noise as his heated eyes snapped up to meet mine. Time slowed as the truth became clear.
He thought it was hot. He wanted his release on me, inside me. Champ was marking me as his.
I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came. His eyes stayed on mine as he kissed the inside of my knee, my bare hip, the center of my chest, the side of my neck, and finally, my lips.
I wrapped my arms around him and held on tight as he continued to kiss me slowly.
It turned out, no words were needed. We slept wrapped up in each other’s bodies the rest of the night.
Even when we moved back to the farm the following day, we continued sleeping together like that.
Neither of us was ready to say the words out loud that would name this new and precious thing between us, but it didn’t matter because we both felt it and reveled in it.
For two whole weeks, I floated along in this new reality—the one where Champ and I were together for real. The one where I was an accepted part of the Thicket with a thriving business, with clients coming out of my ears. The one where Marissa Drakes’s farm wedding was going to be a gorgeous spectacle that was talked of for all the right reasons.