Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“Can you drive faster please?” I lick my lips. He steals another glance my way before he noticeably picks up speed. He slips his hand from mine to place it on my leg. I thank my lucky stars that I wore a dress today as his fingers slowly drift back and forth on my bare thigh. I swear my legs part on their own, wanting him to inch up higher. “Gant.” His name comes out in a moan.
“I know,” he growls, pulling into his driveway. The car is barely in park and we both are getting out as fast as possible. He snags me by the hand, pulling me toward the front door. He unlocks it quickly. Before I know what’s happening, I’m in his arms. He carries me over the threshold.
“I’m guessing we’re not going to wait until we’re married,” I tease.
He stops walking. “We can if you want.” His hold on me tightens, making me laugh.
“No waiting.” He begins moving again, going straight for his bedroom. He drops me down on his bed and starts pulling at his clothes, revealing himself to me. I can’t pull my eyes from him. He’s big all over.
“Babe. Clothes or I’m ripping them off you.”
“Right.” I kick my shoes off before grabbing my dress and pulling it over my head, leaving me only in a bra and panties.
“Fuck.” Gant’s breathing grows heavy as he stumbles to get the rest of his clothes off. I’d laugh if I wasn't so turned on. I go for my bra next and then my panties until I’m left naked in the center of his bed. “You’re so damn beautiful. I knew I was waiting for something special all this time, and now you’re all mine. Worth every second.”
My eyes fill with tears. “I think I’ve been waiting for you too.” Never in my life have I felt a pull to another person as I do with Gant. Since losing my mom I’ve felt so lost. With him, that feeling slips away, and I’m just me. I feel safe with him. My heart knows that he’s my home. I hold my hand out, and he takes it. I pull him onto the bed as I fall backward, making him come down over me. “Make love to me,” I say against his mouth, loving the feel of his body so close to mine with nothing between us.
“I plan on it. Today, tomorrow and for the rest of our lives.” He takes my mouth in a kiss that is both possessive and full of love.
“Gant. I need you.” I break the kiss, lifting my hips up to try to get the friction I need. My body is begging for him to make me his. I feel him smile against my lips before he begins to trail kisses down my neck. “Please,” I beg, wanting him to go quicker.
“Need to get you ready.” He licks the tip of my puckered nipple before gently blowing on it. It’s the sweetest torture. I’m about to beg him again, but he takes my nipple into his mouth. My body arches off the bed as my fingers grab ahold of his hair. I swear I feel as though I could orgasm from this alone.
He slips more down my body, spreading my thighs to make room for him. “You really are beautiful everywhere.” His tongue circles my clit before he wraps his mouth around it, sucking it into his mouth.
My hips try to rise off the bed, the pleasure being too much, but he presses me back down, making me take it. That is one of the things I love about Gant. I can try and run because I’m scared of my feelings or of what is to come, but he keeps on pushing me to where I need to go.
“Come for me, love.” Between that tongue of his and him calling me love, it sends me over. I close my eyes, calling out his name as pleasure rushes through my whole body. Gant comes over me, my body still humming with pleasure as he pushes the head of his cock into me. “I should wait until we’re married, but I’ve already waited my whole life for you. I can’t bear not being inside of you another second.”
I open my eyes to look up at him. “I don’t want to wait. I want to be close to you in every way.”
“I love you,” he says before thrusting all the way inside of me. I let out a gasp. The mix of pleasure and pain hits me. His words of love have me wrapping myself around him tightly. “Baby, please tell me you’re okay.” I can tell he’s straining not to move, not wanting to hurt me any more than he already had to.
“I love you too.”