Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
We didn’t stop there, though.
My kiss was like a catalyst.
We went from chaste to more in about half a second.
“Baby,” Frankie said as she pulled me in tight. “Please.”
I didn’t know what she was asking.
I mean, I knew what I wanted her to be asking, but surely she couldn’t be on the same page as me.
But, when she wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me to her, forcing me to either break her hold or press against her…
I pressed against her.
I also ground my cock into her pussy, wondering if she was okay with my scars as much as she appeared.
Because the more clothes I took off, the more she was going to see.
Which put a slight damper on my need.
I pulled back and looked into her eyes, both of us short of breath as we tried to catch up on the oxygen we’d been depriving ourselves of instead of breaking the kiss.
I stared straight into her eyes as I said, “I’m not the same man you once knew, baby.”
She reached up and pressed her hands to my cheek, then caught a lock of my hair and tucked it behind my ear.
Her hand once again went to my cheek where she scratched the beard that concealed the scars on the lower half of my face.
“And I’m not the same woman,” she said. “I’ve done a lot of growing up and changing over the last two years. I… you being gone changed me. And I’m not even going to say for the better. But… I can say, without a shadow of a doubt, that I still want you just as much as I did then.”
That was all I needed to hear.
With that last comment in mind, I reared up and started shucking my sweatpants that I’d worn to bed the night before.
Her eyes stayed on me, hot and heavy, taking in every single inch of available skin that I gave her.
When my underwear finally hit the floor, her eyes stayed focused on my eyes.
She blushed, and it was so damn cute that I nearly laughed.
“You know,” she said softly. “You had someone before me. I was… I am… shit.”
My cock felt so hard that it felt like it was going to explode.
“You were… what?” I asked, unable to process anything beyond how her chest was heaving.
Her breasts were jiggling with each rough inhale, and her nipples were pebbled into tiny little peaks that were driving me wild.
She held her hands out for me, and I didn’t think. I just went.
I crawled up the length of her bed, pushing her legs wide as I went, and dropped my body to hers until there wasn’t a single thing separating us but her nightdress that she’d exchanged my t-shirt for.
I inhaled deeply against her neck, trying to tell myself to calm down.
“I want you,” I breathed against her throat.
She tightened her hands around my face and then pulled until I either looked at her or caused her to hurt herself.
I chose to look up, because there was no way in hell that I’d ever allow anything to happen to her.
I knew that from the day that I met her. For the second time, anyway. I had no doubt that my mind was firmly set that way in the beginning, when I first met her, too.
“I’m clean,” she said.
There was no point in her telling me she was on the pill.
We both knew there would be no reason for it.
I was just thankful that I’d had that discussion with her before it got to this point, because that would’ve been a complete mood killer for sure.
“I know,” I said. “I’m sure you know that I haven’t been with anyone… and, to tell you the truth, I haven’t really made sure that all parts are in working order down there.”
She laughed, and the throaty sound of it made my heart hammer in my throat.
God, she was really magnificent.
There wasn’t a single thing about her that didn’t set my blood on fire.
Her laugh. Her mouth. The way that she felt so soft against my hard body.
The way her fingers looked running over my rough, scarred skin.
The way she looked at me as if I wasn’t the ugliest person in the world.
I kissed her again, this time allowing my hand that wasn’t planted in the bed to skim up the length of her side.
“Sometimes,” I said, voice rough. “I take myself in hand and think of you when I do.”
“Sometimes?” she laughed. “That’s all?”
I nodded.
“Yeah,” I admitted. “Because at first, I couldn’t condone the fact that I was jacking off to my supposed best friend’s girl.”
She snickered.
“That’s been pretty hard for me, too,” she admitted. “The thought of finding you attractive, when I never did before? That was definitely screwing with my head.”
I could imagine.
It also made me feel loved and appreciated that, even after two years, she’d stayed strong.