Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 76812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
"I had a procedure done after leaving Ohio last year. I couldn't risk--"
I cup her face. "I know what was at risk. This changes nothing for me."
"You want babies," she says, on the verge of sobbing.
"I want you, baby."
Her eyes search mine, and I know there's a damaged part of her that is telling her she still can't trust me. I also know that I have enough faith in us to be strong when she can't be.
I press my lips to hers, urging her back and covering her body with mine.
"You won't change your mind?" she asks against my lips.
"Never," I vow.
"I'm going to need you to prove it," she says, and there isn't a hint of humor in her voice.
"I will," I promise, knowing with every cell in my body that I will die loving this woman. I can only hope that I get many, many years before that happens.
Her fingernails dig into my back when I press my mouth to hers, and I swallow down the moan that erupts from hers when I roll my hips against her center.
I pull away just enough so I can run my lips down her neck, nipping at the lobe of her ear before pressing a sweet kiss to the necklace at her throat. The blue topaz sparkles in the early afternoon sunlight coming in through the window. It was found left behind in the bathroom at the courthouse, and the way it was discarded, it felt like she gave up the very last piece of me she had, but I now know that she thought she had to walk away completely in order to have any hope of being safe. She couldn't take any part of me with her.
"I love you," I whisper against her breast, my tongue snaking out to lap at her nipple.
She arches her back, her hands searching for the zipper of my jeans.
God, I want to go slow and feast on her. I want to spend hours worshipping her body. The rest of my life, no matter how long it is, won't be long enough to show her how much I love her.
She hasn't said it back, but I feel it in her touch, in the way she reaches for me in the night. I feel in the way she searches a room for me the second she steps inside.
"Get those off," she growls, making me chuckle at her own urgency.
"I was hoping we could go slow and sweet," I say as I stand on the side of the bed, shifting my weight from one foot to the other as I kick off my boots, simultaneously shoving my jeans and boxer briefs down my legs.
"Careful," she growls when I tip to one side and have to correct my positioning. "If you fall over, I'm still going to ride your cock. I don't care if you're bleeding."
She screeches when I grab her leg and tug her down the bed, her smile wide.
"Is that so?" I ask, working her leggings down her legs.
She nods as she pulls off her own shirt before unhooking and discarding her bra.
She is absolutely gorgeous, from the top of her head to the tips of her pink painted toenails, courtesy of a spa day she had the other day with Devyn.
I pull her up and she easily wraps her legs around me. I fight the urge to press her to the wall and shove inside of her because I listen to context clues. She told me how she wanted me, and I'll do anything to make her happy.
Her hair forms an umbrella of sorts around our faces when I drop back on the bed.
"You're insane," she says, her smile even wider.
"Insane about you."
She rolls her eyes at the corniness, her mood shifting right back to where we both need it when I lift my hands and cup both of her breasts.
"I hate how easily I'm ready for you," she says, but I can tell she really isn't complaining.
"Same," I tell her, moving her back a few inches so she can feel how hard my cock is.
"It's not the same. You're always hard."
"And you're always wet."
I lift her an inch and watch with my mouth hanging open as she grips the base of my cock, positioning it at her entrance.
We moan simultaneously as she glides easily down my cock.
"Fucking heaven," I groan.
She licks her lips, eyes locked on mine, as she rocks back and forth, taking a moment to adjust to me so deep inside of her.
"Is this part of the forever you promised?"
"Yes," I pant. "God, yes."
She rolls her hips, somehow doing exactly everything I need, but I get the feeling she could just stare at my cock without touching it and it would set me on edge.
I grip her hips, urging her up and down faster, before taking handfuls of her ass.