Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Will you be naked?” he whispers against my hand, his eyes dancing.
“I will,” I promise.
“I’ll be there in three.” He leans in, kissing my cheek as he gives my pussy one last squeeze, rubbing his thumb against my clit for good measure. He whispers, “I’ll be the one with the hard-on. You can’t miss me.”
I giggle as he tiptoes quickly toward the back of the house on his socked feet like a kid creeping downstairs to get a look at his Christmas presents. But he’s sexy even when he’s goofing around, and I’ve never felt more wanted than I do right now.
Carefully detangling Chase’s fingers from his trains, I gather him into my arms and tuck him into the big bed downstairs. Then, I coax Nutty into his cage with a good night cashew and practically dance toward the bathroom, where a beautiful man is waiting for me, wearing nothing but a smile.
I giggle again when I spot him leaning against the wall beside the already steaming shower, as naked as he promised he would be.
“Not the response I was hoping for,” he says, stroking his cock with his good hand. “But you’re smiling, so I’ll take it.”
I chew my bottom lip as I shake my head. “I’m not laughing at you. I’m just…happy. And you’re pretty.”
“I’m happy and you’re pretty,” he says, his arm going around my waist as his gaze softens. “I love you, Melissa McGuire.”
“I love you, too,” I say, the words making my head spin a little. I exhale, bracing a hand on his chest. “That wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be.”
“You don’t have to be scared, Freckles,” he says, his lips warm as he kisses my forehead. “I’m never going to hurt you. I’d cut off my own hand first.”
“What about your dick?” I reach down, capturing his burning length in my hand.
A soft groan escapes the back of his throat. “Yes. My dick, my hand, my heart…I’m putting it all on the line for you. Only for you. If you’ll have me.”
“Kiss me,” I say, tilting my head back, and he does.
He kisses me with the perfect sweet and focused intensity, leaving no doubt that he meant every word. This sweet, sexy-as-hell man is mine, and I intend to show him how grateful I am for his trust.
For him.
A few seconds later, my clothes are on the floor and we’re in the shower, kissing hard beneath the hot spray, my body coming alive beneath his touch.
Chapter 24
Aaron
Maybe it’s the fact that I haven’t been with anyone (except my own hand) since November. Maybe it’s the amazing day we had or the chilling reminder, early this morning, that life is short and precious.
Or maybe this is how it always feels with the one who’s meant for you…
Like the first time and the hundredth time at the same time.
Like a touch speaks volumes and a single word can turn you inside out.
“Aaron,” Mel murmurs as I kiss her under the spray, my hand skimming over her curves.
Just my name, and I’m instantly harder, my cock determined not to let my girl down, even if I can’t lift her into my arms and take her against the shower wall the way I’d like to. “How do you want it, Freckles?” I murmur against her lips as I drag my thumb back and forth over one slick nipple. “From behind? Or I could lay down in the water and let you call the shots.”
“I don’t care.” She kisses me harder, her fingers digging into my ass as she pulls me closer, pinning my throbbing cock between my stomach and her ribs. “I just want you inside me. It feels like it’s been years. It’s all I could think about while we were drinking hot chocolate at the bookstore.”
“Getting fucked hard by the man who loves you?” I ask, touched, and turned on at the same time when she pulls back to gaze up at me and nods. I cup her face in my hand. “You know I mean it, right? I’ve never felt this way before, and I don’t want to feel this way again. I just want you. Only you.”
“And I want you,” she says, pressing up on tiptoe. “But I don’t want to do anything to slow down your recovery. I think lying down in a tub this narrow might be hard on your shoulder.” She curls her hand around the back of my neck, drawing my lips back to hers as she whispers, “So I guess you’d better press me up against the tile and fuck me from behind while you tell me how much you’ve missed me.”
“All the time,” I whisper back as we kiss. “I miss you all the time.”
And I do, even when she’s just across the room. Until tonight, there was no reason to believe we’d have more than a few weeks together, maybe just a few days if Ben and Radcliffe had their way.