Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 118780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
I drag my tongue over her skin, sucking her nipple into my mouth. A small moan escapes when I scrape my teeth over the peak.
Jesus, that sound could make me blow.
I prop up on my elbow, trailing my hand over the slope of her stomach and in between her legs. A finger runs along her slit, slipping inside.
Her muscles clench, pulling me in.
All my blood rushes south, feeling how tight she is.
I add another finger slowly, twisting them inside her. She whimpers appreciatively when my thumb grazes over her clit.
Shit, fuck. The need to be inside her intensifies as she grinds on my fingers, her mouth parting with quick breaths.
I memorize everything in this moment, knowing it’s another first. The intimacy of watching her come apart from just a touch.
Her body arches, writhing as she mutters. I strum my fingers in a rhythm until she convulses, crying my name.
My mouth waters to taste her, hear those moans while my tongue feels the pulsing of her pussy on my face.
I slow my strokes as she comes down, her eyes opening with a sheen that has my self-control ready to snap.
A possessive hunger roars, my cock throbbing eagerly to get inside her.
I lean in to kiss her, tasting the sweetness that is all Rowan.
She grips my dick, stroking lightly. “Baby, you do that, we’re in trouble.”
Her lips curl against mine, twisting the metal.
That’s all it takes. I balance over her, positioning myself.
She glides the tip of my cock over her slickness, then brings her hands to my neck, letting me press slowly inside. Her eyes lock with mine, holding me captive. Her breath catches, pupils dilating, and I stop, letting her adjust.
“I’m okay,” she whispers, angling her hips.
Her muscles stretch to accept me until she’s taken me all.
I was wrong earlier.
Staring down at her now, this is the ultimate sign of trust. She’s given herself over. The velvety smoothness of her wrapped around my hardness, flesh on flesh. No barriers, only us.
A primal obsession rears up, knowing this is the only woman who will have this from me. And I am the only man who will ever get this treasure.
I thrust in and out, slowly at first, savoring the sensation. Her ankles lock around my waist, her hips rocking up to meet my strokes.
Her breath goes wispy, her eyes glazing over when the metal scrapes along her inner walls.
“Oh my God.” The need in her tone tests my control.
I pick up the pace, sweat beading down my back as her moan rings in my ears.
She breaks eye contact, arching into the bed and throwing her arms over her head.
“Ford.” My name is a plea, her pussy constricting around me.
“Let go,” I demand, fucking her harder.
She screams, her body fully arcing in the air and shuddering.
Fuck! My cock swells and balls tighten. Her tits bounce as I drive into her forcefully.
Hunger, possession, desire… months of wanting this woman… knowing she’s finally mine.
She shouts again, bringing me over the edge with her. Spots fill my vision as a powerful force rocks through me. I explode, feeling every pulse pouring into her.
My vision returns, locking onto her face.
A shy grin spreads across her lips, piercing straight to my heart.
This woman has no idea what she’s done to me.
And this is just the beginning.
13
ROWAN
“Rowan?”
“Hmm?” I snuggle deeper into the mattress.
“Baby, roll over and give me a kiss.”
I shift my thigh a micro-inch and shake my head into the pillow. “Cont flube.”
“What was that?”
“Tutu hoove.”
“You mumbling in gibberish?”
Is he deaf? “Cont oove.”
“You can’t move?”
Finally, he understands. The next second, my lovely slumber is jolted awake as I’m ripped from my position and curled into Ford’s lap. He brushes my hair aside and his beautiful face comes into focus. Even his smug grin can’t ruin the view. “I wear you out?”
“I don’t have the energy for you right now.”
“Babe, I’m not the one who crawled on my dick in the middle of the night.”
My cheeks heat at the memory. He runs his thumb along my jaw.
“But just to say, anytime you want it, it’s yours.”
“It’s your fault. You should wear pajamas to bed.”
“Not a chance.”
“You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“One of the best ways to wake up.”
“One of them?”
“Up in the running with opening my eyes to you naked in my arms.”
My insides melt and I snuggle into him, feeling the soft material of his shirt.
“Why are you dressed?”
“I’m running with the guys.”
“Oh my God, y’all are crazy. Don’t you ever sleep in?”
“I haven’t run in a week.”
A ping of guilt strikes me, and before I can reply, his finger presses to my lips.
“I’ve had much more important things occupying my mornings.”
This past week flashes through my mind. Everything changed Sunday night. I wasn’t lying when I told Ford I was ready for the next step. But nothing prepared me for the depth and intense shift in our relationship. It isn’t just the sex, which is phenomenal. It’s something new and thrilling—a level of intimacy that is unexplainable.