Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“I did it for our son. There were times I’d look at you, and it was like seeing a stranger. I’d beg and pray every night that you’d come back to me, come back to us.” I take a deep breath, scared to let the shield around my heart down. “Why now? It couldn’t be just them asking you to move. It had to be something else, too, right?” I have so many questions swirling in my head, trying to decide which way to go, if I should run one way to protect my heart, or if I should run right into his arms. Of course, the latter would put Mace through hell because there is no way I’d ever dive right into a shallow pool headfirst and risk permanent injury. A euphemism obviously, but it works the same. Mace still hasn’t responded. I go to move away from his hands, ready to call it a night. Thinking that a glass of wine might help shut my brain down, a hot bath, some comfy pajamas, and then maybe I’ll be able to sleep tonight.
“I’m not letting you go. Stay, please. It wasn’t only them asking me to move out of state. It was coming home to a big empty home night after night, not having you and Von greet me at the door, eating alone, looking in the mirror and seeing a different man, a changed me, and not for the better either. I lost myself along the way, and in doing so, I lost my wife, I lost our son, and suddenly, it clicked.” Mace exhales a breath. The sensation flows across my ear and neck, causing a shiver to work from the inside of my body to the outside, skin pebbling. It makes me want more, so much more. “If I didn’t have you and Von in my life, why bother with anything else? Work was work. Friends weren’t there when the divorce hit. The only people who were a constant in my life were the people I pushed away. Life isn’t worth living without you in it.”
“Jesus, Mace, don’t say that. Please don’t ever say that.” I spin around, hands going to the back of his neck. He dips his big body so we’re at eye level. I’m pissed. He’s not anyone I would ever suspect to have those thoughts, and for him to admit to having no one, I need him to know that no matter what, I’m there. “You have me, you have your parents, and you have Von. Don’t ever doubt that we don’t want you here. Our world would be completely shattered without you in it.” I do what he least expects. My lips land on his, more aggressively than ever. A growl leaves his throat. My mouth swallows it down as his tongue takes control. Mace’s body pushes closer to mine, causing my back to meet the doors behind us. That doesn’t stop the man in front of me to stop pressing his body against mine, one hand cupping my neck, thumb sweeping along my throat. I know what he’s is doing. The dominant, self-assured man when it comes to giving me complete and total pleasure appears. “Climb up.” The command comes as his other hand grips the back of my leg. How he meandered his way down my body, using the slit in my dress to wrap around my hip until he cupped the cheek of my ass without my knowledge, I have no idea, but this is what Mace does to me. It’s like my sanity is no longer my own, lost in the rapture of his spicy scent, lips on mine, and obeying his every demand.
“That’s right, siren, yield to me.” He breaks from our kiss for just a moment until my legs are wrapped around his hips. I feel his hard length against my core and curse the fabric between us.
“It’s been so long, Mace, hurry,” I moan as he turns on his heel, walking us towards his bedroom. With every step and movement, I grind down on his length, my head tipped back, basking in the way we’ve always fit together.
“How long?”
“What?” I’m dumbfounded. Okay, maybe the only thing I’m coherent about is the gliding of his cock against my core, so I don’t understand the question he just asked.
“How long, siren? Who was the last man inside you?” He stops moving. My body screams in protest. I was so close, and then he stopped.
“You. You’re the last one. Now stop fucking around.” Finally, he gets the memo. My body that was just brought down from the high it was on soars again, Mace’s lips attach to the skin beneath my ear, sucking on it, as he responds, “It’s only ever been you, Tyra.” My body jolts. The orgasm it was chasing is finally there. His words, the way our bodies seem to move together as one, that’s all it takes, and I’m coming, not by my hands, the shower head, or my toys; it’s by Mace and the way he can control my body, giving me what I didn’t realize I desperately needed.