Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
I help him strip my shirt from my body. After two weeks of him helping me dress and undress, we have it down to a science. My shoulder barely even twinges…and then his lips are on my skin. He presses reverent kisses across my clavicles and over the puckered flesh where my wounds are healing. His tongue dips into the little hollow where my shoulder meets my neck.
I cry out, his tongue sending a jolt through me. Even with the cool breeze whispering across my bare skin, I feel overheated, like I'm going to burst into flame any second. For him, I'll gladly burn.
"Goddamn, baby. I've missed the way you taste." He runs his lips across my shoulder and then up the side of my throat in languorous sweeps. "I can't even smell peaches without thinking of you. I get so fucking hard every single time." He sets his tongue against the pulse pounding in my throat, those big hands closing over my breasts.
"Roman!" I cry out as a pulse shoots straight to my clit. My inner muscles and lower stomach clench hard. He's barely even touched me, and I'm already on the verge of coming. My entire body is overly sensitized, his sweet words working through my system like an aphrodisiac.
"I know, baby," he croons. "I know." He strips me bare, whispering against my skin the entire time. He's sweet and filthy in turns, telling me how much he loves me one minute and then telling me how much he wants to feel me coming on his cock the next.
By the time he has me naked, I'm panting for breath, so turned on that I can't think through the haze of desire in my mind. It's been so long since he last touched me like this. Two weeks without his hands on my body feels like a lifetime. I think I'm addicted to how those rough palms glide against my skin.
As the sun slips below the horizon, he pulls me over to a chaise…the same one he spread me out on weeks ago and made me play with my pussy while he watched. Just like then, I watch through heavy lids as he pops the button on his jeans and tugs the zipper down, freeing his cock. He's rock hard and so fucking perfect my mouth waters.
Wrapping his hand around his length, he hisses and pumps twice. Before I can reach for him, he rips his shirt off over his head and then lies back in the chaise, leaving his jeans on. And God, I love that he's so impatient to feel me that he doesn't want to waste a second in removing his jeans. It reminds me of the very first time I saw him with his jeans undone and his cock out…jerking off while I watched from across the room, unable to look away.
"Come here," he breathes, wrapping a hand around my waist and tugging me forward. He picks me up once I'm within his reach, placing me gently in his lap.
My head tips back, a loud moan escaping my lips when his cock bumps against my clit. The dichotic feel of his rough jeans against the inside of my thighs and his smooth skin beneath my palms has me moaning again. I grind against him, but he stills me with his hands on my hips.
"I love you so fucking much," he whispers when my eyes meet his. His burn bright, emotion and desire dancing like flames in the piercing depths. He's so damn beautiful, he takes my breath away all over again.
"I love you too," I whisper back.
He leans forward, taking one nipple into his mouth while one hand slips between our bodies, zeroing in on my clit. I throw my head back and groan loudly as his fingers slip through my drenched folds. His teeth close around my nipple, the sharp sting making me jump and cry out.
"You like that," he mumbles against my skin and then does it again.
I rock against him, moaning.
"That's it, baby. Ride my fingers."
I do, shamelessly rocking back and forth as his thumb slides over my clit, and he nips and teases at my breasts. His name rolls from my lips in a gasping chant. Sweat breaks out on my skin, the ocean breeze sending the fire within me raging even higher.
I come hard, gasping and shaking in his lap.
"So goddamn perfect," he mumbles, his eyes locked on me like he can't look away as aftershocks roll through me. His face is flushed, his eyes so dark, they're almost black. That wildness peeks out at me, but he reins it in, his hands gentle against my body as he lifts me up and positions me over his cock.
"Roman," I whisper, refusing to sink down on him yet.
"Mila," he whispers back, that same gentle smile playing at his lips.