Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Well, not exactly, but I’d definitely turn my attention toward him.
“You’re thinking too much,” he growled against my mouth.
Then his tongue licked between my lips, and I started to gyrate my hips against his.
His cock was pressed bare against the lips of my sex, and he was rubbing himself back and forth between my legs at a steady pace.
Each time he’d drag himself all the way down, it made my belly clench.
“Just put it inside of me already. Jesus Christ, Zee,” I hissed, pulling his face down to mine, once again using only his beard.
“What is it with you and manhandling me via my beard?” he asked.
I reached between us and grasped his cock.
It was slick with my juices, and I gave it a few pumps with my closed fist before guiding him toward my entrance.
My annoyance from earlier was gone, and what was left in its place was need.
Need only he could sate.
“Hurry up already,” I growled when he started to slowly push inside.
He laughed and pressed a kiss to the corner of my lips. Then my nose. Followed shortly by my ear.
All the while he filled me slowly. Reverently.
“You’re going to take this slow as fuck, aren’t you?” I wondered.
“Yes,” he answered. “That a problem?”
I wanted to say that yes, it was.
But the way he was filling me up was making me want to scream.
That, and despite his slowness, it felt really, really good.
So good, in fact, that I considered telling him so.
But I didn’t want him to think he could do this anytime he damn well pleased.
On the other hand, having him between my legs, filling me up?
Well, there wasn’t another feeling in the world quite like it.
It didn’t matter if we were spitting mad.
Something this good—this perfect—was never wrong.
He looked into my eyes as he made sweet love to me. Filling me in slow, unhurried thrusts.
My body was slowly building to something beautiful when he stopped and stared straight into my eyes as he said, “There’s not a single thing in this world that I wouldn’t do for you.”
I felt my heart swell.
“Like run a marathon with me?”
He paused mid-thrust.
“No.” He paused. “I’d even do that. I’d run myself ragged for you. I’d sell my soul to the devil, and I’d move heaven and earth to make sure that you were safe.”
I felt tears prick my eyes.
“I wasn’t thinking straight,” I told him. “I just thought that I’d like to go for a run and didn’t think any more about it. I should have. I know. But shit, this feeling sucks.”
He pressed a kiss to my forehead and left it there as he continued to fill me. Over and over and over again.
My legs were weak, and at one point he had to grasp one of them and hike it up higher, making his invasion go just that much deeper.
We were both panting, sweaty messes by the time my orgasm hit me.
By the time his hit him, I was a boneless, quivering mess.
I was also lying there limp as he pulled out of me and tugged me with him to his shower.
That was where I fell in love with a showerhead.
“What are you doing?”
“Caressing your faucets,” I admitted. “What does this do?”
I pressed a button only for showerheads about shin level to turn on.
I gasped. “You have shin showerheads!”
He snorted and pressed a few more buttons, turning on other showerheads, as well as what looked to be a steam feature. Not to mention the rain head that was directly over the top of the shower.
All in all, there were eight places where water came out to spray.
“I need one of these in my life,” I told him as I stepped under the spray. “Preferably forever.”
“I can make that happen.”
I blinked and turned, swiping water out of my eye.
“What?”
“I said I can make that happen,” he repeated.
“Make what happen?” I asked.
I mean, I knew what I thought he meant, but I was fairly sure he hadn’t meant for it to sound the way it had.
“I can make it happen,” he repeated. “You staying with this shower forever.”
I frowned. “How?”
“By you moving in,” he said. “And later, by you marrying me.”
“Are you asking me to marry you?” I felt my heart skip a beat.
He grinned. “Not yet, no. But I’m not saying that it won’t happen. I want more. For once, I’m happy that I was wrong…because we’re happening. Eventually, you will be mine for real.”
That’s when I threw a bar of soap at him.
“Bastard.”
He laughed his way through his shower.
And I tried not to let on that I was happy, too.
It wouldn’t do for him to know he didn’t annoy me as much as he used to.
Chapter 21
You curse so much that I’m not sure if my name is ‘fuck’ or not.
-Text from Zee to Jubilee
Jubilee
“I’m going to be fine,” I insisted, pointing at the camera on the wall. “I’m working on a dead body, who has no ability to hurt me any longer. I’m also locked inside this room where there are no windows or doors. The only way in and out is with a passcode that only a handful know. Trust me when I say that I’ll be okay. Go. To. Work.”