Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
She was tight and he worked his way in, pushing in and gliding out, going deeper with each forward jerk of his hips.
“You feel good,” she murmured, bending her knees to take more of him.
“Fucking heaven,” he muttered as he filled her completely.
“I’m good, Nick. Move or I’m going to lose my mind.”
“Thank fuck.” He raised his hips, slid out and began to thrust into her, joining their bodies, beginning an intense rhythm that soon had her crying out.
“Nick, God, harder.”
He did as she asked, twisting his hips as he plunged into her.
“Nick!”
Hearing his name on her lips as their bodies connected did something to him. “Again. Say my name.” He slid a hand between them and rubbed her clit, his finger sliding through her wetness.
“Nick!”
He pressed harder and she shattered, her inner walls fluttering around him, squeezing him in her heat. He gritted his teeth and waited as she rode out her orgasm. When he sensed her coming down, he let himself go, picking up the pace and force of his thrusts until he knew he was there.
“Come again,” he told her.
“Can’t.”
He raised himself up and speared into her again, this time making sure to hit her at the spot he’d found earlier.
“Oh God!”
“Yes, now come with me,” he said and with a few more targeted thrusts, she screamed his name and he followed her over into utter bliss.
* * *
Aurora lay in Nick’s arms, surprised that she’d given herself so completely. She deserved this one night, knowing it wouldn’t be long before common sense came roaring back. Right now, though, she was too sated to think clearly. She breathed in his masculine scent and let herself relax.
He ran his hand along her arm. “Do you remember when I got a phone call after Leah’s birthday party?”
“Yes.” She’d forgotten about it, though, after they’d told Leah he was her father. Suddenly wary, she pulled herself up to a sitting position, wishing they were beneath the covers so she could cover herself.
He sat up, easing his big body against the pillows. “I have to go back to California this week. The issues at the hotel aren’t sorting themselves out the way I’d hoped.”
“Work is work,” she said, hating the disappointment flooding through her. From a rational perspective, she understood. She just wished the abandoned child inside her could accept it as easily.
He reached out and took her hand. “You have to know that given a choice, I wouldn’t go. But I’ve been the one dealing with management in our hotels, and situations like the one we have there fall on my shoulders.”
She nodded. “I get it. When are you leaving?”
“I’ll take the jet Tuesday morning. I would have gone today but I wanted this night with you.”
She’d wanted it too, but after such an intimate experience with Nick—maybe even because of it—she couldn’t resist the urge to build walls back up around herself. Her fear of getting close to a man who popped in and out of her and her daughter’s life was back with a vengeance.
She couldn’t sit here naked anymore and went to slide off the bed.
Nick released her hand and she stood. “I just need to go into the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” She took a few minutes to herself, splashing her face and washing up before returning to the bedroom. Nick had pulled the covers down and climbed beneath. She took in his broad chest and intense stare and she couldn’t deny how much she still wanted him. Whatever this was, she couldn’t take it too seriously. But they were here, so she intended to enjoy it.
He patted the empty spot beside him. “Come back,” he said in a gruff voice.
She walked over and settled down beside him. He immediately reached out and pulled her into his arms. Letting herself go, she tucked her chin into the crook between his face and neck, and breathed him in. “You smell good,” she murmured.
Even his low chuckle was arousing. “You feel even better.”
She inhaled his masculine scent, her body softened and she sighed, then hooked one leg over his thigh. Her sex rubbed against his hair-roughened skin and she moaned aloud, enjoying the friction and needing more.
“Isn’t this better than overthinking things?” he asked, his thick erection nudging at her.
“Much,” she admitted.
He flipped her onto her back and moved over her, snagging a packet from the nightstand. He separated them long enough to rip the foil and roll the condom over his cock. Without waiting, he edged into her. “I knew you’d be wet enough.” He thrust all the way in, filling her perfectly, as if he was made just for her.
He rocked his hips, his eyes locked on hers, and it didn’t take long before her climax slammed into her and she came with a long, moan. He thrust harder and deeper, his orgasm triggering another mini one of her own.