Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 135382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Her eyes opened and he saw doubt creep back in. “Brody?”
He shook his head. “I’m memorizing this moment. I never want to forget how beautiful you are right this second.”
When she was eighty, he would look at her and see her like this.
Her lips curled up. “Stop memorizing, Carter. I want you. I need you. Come down here and kiss me again. I want to feel you inside me.”
That was an offer he would never again refuse. He’d been stupid to have wasted all the time they could have been together. He should have gotten on his knees the first night they’d met and begged to be allowed into her bed.
He shoved his slacks and boxers down, freeing his unruly dick. After fishing out a condom and rolling it over his cock, he eased her legs apart. He rubbed himself against her pussy before gently starting to press in.
Her arms reached up, closing around his waist. “Be close to me. I won’t break, Brody. I want you on top of me. I want to feel warm and surrounded by you.”
He didn’t want to hurt her. He was big and she seemed petite and delicate next to him, but she’d had their baby and done it all without any help. She wasn’t a delicate flower that would wilt at the slightest provocation. She could handle him.
He lowered himself down, letting his chest find hers. He was taller, but with a little maneuvering, he managed to plant his mouth on hers as he held his cock deep inside her. He forced his hips to be still when every instinct inside of him screamed to move, to thrust, to fuck her hard. Instead, he kissed her, giving her time to adjust to his size, the feel of his weight on top of her. Her arms wrapped around his chest and her legs around his waist. He was the one who was surrounded. He was lost in her silky skin and the heat of her body, the sweet smell of her flesh and their sex mixing to make a heady perfume.
“You feel so good,” she whispered. “Please, Brody. I can’t believe it, but I’m close again.”
It was a good thing because he knew he wouldn’t last long. She felt too right around him, too tight and perfect. His cock was already pulsing, moving toward the inevitable. He kissed her one last time and then moved, dragging his dick out even as the small, strong muscles of her pussy worked hard to keep him in.
He felt the hard drag of her nails in his back, but it did nothing but enhance the feeling of being inside her. This was what he wanted. He wanted her fierce and fighting for her pleasure. He wanted her to know that he could handle everything she had to give him.
She tightened around him. He gave over and lost his careful rhythm. He fucked her hard, loving how she held on to him, riding out the storm.
He gritted his teeth as the orgasm poured through him. Pure pleasure like nothing he’d ever felt before made his whole body stiffen and then relax.
He felt boneless as he let her take his weight. He knew she wanted it, could handle it.
She was his woman.
After a long moment he moved to the side. She turned toward him, cuddling close to his body.
“I don’t think you should sleep on the couch,” she murmured even as her eyes were closing.
He kissed her and then eased off the bed. She was asleep and it looked like no bad dreams were taking over. He’d tired her out. She looked like a sleeping, satisfied kitten. He dragged the blanket up and over her and then went to the bathroom to clean up.
How had he walked away from her? He’d thought he couldn’t handle her. Yes, it had been there that she deserved more, but now he could also see that he’d been a fucking coward. He didn’t want to love her because she was so reckless. He didn’t want to love her because if he ever lost her, he would be devastated.
But wasn’t that what life was about? Loss only hurt if you loved the thing you lost. He looked at himself in the mirror and for the first time in forever didn’t see only scars and regret.
Somehow when he looked in the mirror this time, he saw the Brody he’d been. The kid who’d tried and failed and got up and tried again.
The one who’d loved his brother and lost him to a war.
The one who could be brave enough to love his wife and son even though there would be no promise that he could keep them.
He took a deep breath. His path was set. There was nothing to do now except crawl back into bed and enjoy these hours before she woke and fought him again.