Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 95307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“Let’s get you into the house,” I whisper. Stepping back, she hands me the key, but I snake my arm around her waist and hold her close to me. This might be my last chance to hold her, and you can bet your ass I’m taking it. Quickly, I unlock the door and usher her inside. I drop the keys on the hall table and kick the door shut with my foot. Stepping in front of her, I cup her face in my hands. “You okay?”
She shakes her head. “I will be,” she says.
“You kept my name,” I whisper, leaning in a little closer.
“Yeah, I just—” She looks down for three heartbeats. I know because I counted them before she gives me her sad eyes. “I wanted to keep a piece of you, a piece of us.”
“Winnie,” I whisper as my lips collide with hers. She’s hesitant at first, but eventually throws caution to the wind and kisses me back. Placing my hands on the back of her thighs, I lift her, and she immediately wraps her legs around my waist. We’ve done this song and dance so many times. We move in sync with one another, something that comes from years of intimacy. My tongue slides against hers, exploring her, tasting her again after all these months. When she grinds her hips against my hard cock, I moan, resting my forehead against hers.
“Winnie,” I pant.
“Just this once,” she murmurs.
That’s all I need to hear and my feet are moving. She places her mouth over mine and we barely make it down the hall and to our room—
—her room, before we’re ripping each other’s clothes off.
Chapter 2
Winnie
* * *
Familiarity wraps around me like a warm blanket as my husband’s hands grip my ass, the hard muscles of his arms pressing into my body and caging me in.
No, not my husband.
My ex-husband.
Just the thought steals my breath.
Ignoring the pain that shoots through my body, ricocheting off my bruised and battered heart, I give in to the comfort of his lips, his tongue, his taste. For so long he was my everything. But now… now he’s here. With his arms wrapped around me and the hard length of his erection pressed firmly between my legs, I can’t stop the groan that slips through my lips.
“Winnie,” he whispers, gently tracing his lips along my jaw until he finds my ear. I instantly shudder. He knows that one little touch drives me absolutely wild.
“Just tonight,” I say aloud, more as a reminder to myself than to him. If there’s one thing I need to keep in mind, it’s that this is just temporary.
To be honest, this won’t help any. Not one bit. Falling into bed with my now ex-husband ranks right up there with bungee jumping over a pool of sharks as one of the worst things I could possibly do. But as he draws my earlobe into his warm mouth, I give up the ability to care.
Because it’s him.
Harrison.
It’s always been him. From the first moment I saw him in the library our sophomore year at State, we were inseparable. We weren’t in the same study group—not even in the same part of the library—but the moment my green eyes connected with his chocolate brown ones, I knew I was forever gone. I felt it immediately and started to fall even faster. He was headed to the restroom and bumped into my chair, knocking my notebook onto the floor. He bent to pick it up, our eyes and hands connecting at the same time. It was in that exact moment that I knew my life would never be the same. He was there with a small group, a few guys and one girl who kept throwing daggers at me, but I paid her no attention. Not when Harrison was there. He has this way of commanding a room wherever he goes. It’s what makes him the most sought-after trainer in town.
We both worked hard through school—me in early education and him in kinesiology. Our classes were completely different, but that didn’t matter. We always found time to be together, even if it was for a late-night study session. There was always plenty of kissing, too. He learned quickly that the fastest way to get my motor running was to gently trace his lips along my jaw and to nibble on my earlobes.
Just. Like. Now.
“Harrison,” I gasp, blood swooshing through my veins and igniting my body.
“Fuck, I’ve missed the way you say my name.”
I don’t bring up the fact that this is just temporary. A one-time thing. Two old flames doing something wild and crazy, something they definitely shouldn’t be doing. But when have I ever listened when it comes to Harrison Drake? I’ve always been the woman at his side, the one who would follow him to the end of the earth and not bat an eye at it.