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)
He lay down beside her, the bed creaking under his weight. He turned on his side and found her mouth with his. She accepted his kiss like a flower opening to full bloom under the sunshine. Her arms came up, wrapping around his neck, and she held back nothing. Her tongue played against his, sliding over and around.
He let his hand cup one breast, loving the silky feel of her skin and how the bud of her nipple pressed into his palm.
His whole body hummed with an energy he hadn’t felt in a long time. His blood pounded through his system, all his instincts telling him to take this woman and mark her as his.
He smoothed his hand down her body, skimming over her belly until he could feel the swell of her pussy. Soft and ripe. A single swipe of his hand let him know how wet and ready she was for him.
So ready and yet he wasn’t going to take his until she’d screamed for him. That was what truly kept him awake at night, the idea that he might be the one man who could loosen her up, who could remind her there was a world outside of medicine and self-sacrifice. For all that he believed she deserved someone educated and successful, he was also certain that man probably wouldn’t dedicate his whole being to bringing her pleasure.
She shivered beneath him as he fingered her clitoris. That ripe bud was practically pulsing with excitement. He kissed her while he ran his finger over and around and pressed down. He shifted so he could work one long finger into her pussy while letting his thumb work her clit over and over again.
His dick throbbed against her hip, every squirm of her body bringing him closer to the point of no return. It didn’t matter. She was already squeezing around his finger, coating him in her essence. He pressed down while his finger curled inside her and he felt her nails dig into the flesh of his back. Her head dropped away from his and she screamed out his name.
He gave her another moment as she came down, but it tried his every bit of patience. He couldn’t wait another second longer. He rolled her over and made a place for himself between her legs and thrust in. She was incredibly slick, so wet he didn’t have to force himself in. It was like she’d been made for him. He fucked her hard, looking down at her body. She was gorgeous, flush with her recent orgasm.
“Please, Brody,” she said. “It feels amazing. Like nothing I’ve had before.”
He pulled out and thrust back in, the sensation heavenly.
Because he’d made a big mistake.
“Shit.” He forced himself to pull out. What the hell was he doing? “I need a condom.”
“On the nightstand.” She reached over to the small wooden nightstand by the bed and sure enough, there was a stack of condoms.
She’d come prepared. Before he could calm down and let his mind take over, he grabbed the foil packet, opened it, and rolled the rubber over his cock. He wasn’t stopping. There were three condoms there. He intended to use every single one of them.
She’d given herself to him for the night. He wasn’t giving her back ’til morning.
Brody gripped her hips and drove in again. He ground down on her, making sure his pelvis hit that sweet clit with every pounding thrust.
She clenched around him, her eyes widening as she came.
And then it was his turn. Pure pleasure coursed through him, making his whole body shake. He drove into her again and again until he had nothing left to give her.
He fell on top of her, not holding off a bit of his weight because she’d agreed to take all of him. He nuzzled her neck and breathed in her scent. “I’m not done with you.”
She lifted her head and brought their lips together. Brody started all over again.
Hours later, he stared at her as she slept. She was small in the big bed. Delicate and fragile, and she didn’t have any care for herself at all.
She needed someone who would take care of her, but it couldn’t be him.
If he stayed with her, he would try to dominate her, try to control her life, and it would wreck them. He would do it because the truth was she scared him in a way no other woman ever had. He would lose her and it was better to walk away now than it was to feel that pain because there was no way he was staying around and becoming one more way she punished herself.
He had many reasons to leave and the only reasons he had to stay were selfish.
God, she was beautiful, and he wished he’d been something more than a soldier. Perhaps if he’d had the patience to go to university...