Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
“Is that okay… that you left that life behind?”
“It’s like it never happened,” he whispers as he tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear.
My heart freefalls. “I love you, Nathe,” I whisper. “So much.”
He kisses me softly and hugs me tight. “I love you, too, baby.”
We stand in each other’s arms for a long time. I feel so close to him… like he’s a part of me—two souls connected together by their hearts.
“How haven’t I seen what’s between us before now?” I ask. “How did we live without this?”
“I don’t know.” He chuckles and pulls me closer. “I think we always knew on some level, but we were just too dumb to read the signs.”
His lips take mine, and his kiss is slow, tender, and erotic. His tongue slides through my open lips, and I smile against them as an idea comes to my head. “What happens if we smudge the tattoo?”
“I don’t know but I’m happy to try.” He raises an eyebrow mischievously.
I giggle, and in one sharp movement, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. He stomps into the bedroom and I put my hands down to his lower back as I laugh.
He throws me onto the bed, and I laugh out loud as I bounce. He lifts his shirt over his head, and my breath catches. His skin is olive and tanned from the sun. His muscles ripple his torso, and with the addition of the new art…
I don’t know if I’ve ever seen anything more…. “You’re so beautiful,” I whisper up at him in awe.
He drops his pants. His thick cock hangs heavily between his legs, and my breath catches. No matter how many times I watch Nathan undress, I will never take it for granted.
The fact that he is undressing for me is just beyond words.
He takes his dick in his hand and slowly strokes it as his dark eyes hold mine.
My back arches off the bed, and my legs instinctively open. Nathan bends and lifts my dress over my head, and his eyes drop to my gold bikini bottoms.
“Do you know how many times I imagined you laid out on the bed for me like this?” He slips two fingers under the side of my panties and runs them through my sex. He then puts them in his mouth. His cheeks hollow as he sucks his fingers hard.
My heart beats faster. Nathan’s naughty side is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
“You taste fucking good, Eliza.”
With my eyes locked on his, I spread my legs wider so that they rest on the mattress.
He smiles darkly and, taking my cue, he slides my bikini bottoms off and tosses them to the side. His large hands hold my thighs apart, and he dips his head. His thick tongue slides through my sex, and his eyes close in pleasure.
“You have no fucking idea how much I love doing this,” he murmurs into my sex.
My back arches from the bed. “I’m pretty sure I do.” I smile as I run my fingers through his hair.
Nathan’s new addiction is going down on me. I wake, and he’s there. I fall asleep, and he’s there. I don’t know how many times he’s made me come on his tongue, but holy fucking shit… he’s not the only one addicted.
He flicks his tongue as he slides three thick fingers deep into my sex, and my legs lift to hang in the air as I let out a guttural moan.
He pumps me hard with his hand, and the bed hits the wall.
Here we go again.
Fuck, yes…
* * *
We exit the plane in single file, and a sense of sadness rolls over me. No more Majorca. Our heavenly vacation has come to an end. But I have arrived home with a boyfriend who I am madly in love with. We have an exciting future together.
We make it through customs and get our luggage before we make our way to the parking lot.
“That flight is a killer.” I sigh.
“Sure is.”
We get to the car and Nathan puts his arm around me and pulls me in for a kiss. I look over and see Brooke’s friend from work walking toward us. I step back from Nathan immediately. Shit, I haven’t told the girls, and I don’t want anyone to know just yet.
“What are you doing?” He frowns.
“Amanda is just there.” I gesture to her with my chin. Amanda is the world’s biggest gossiper. We may as well put it on the front page of the New York Times if she finds out.
“So?” He frowns.
“Just—”
“Eliza, Nathan, hi,” Amanda cuts me off as she approaches us.
“Hi.” I smile. Shit, fuck off, busy body. I want to tell the girls myself. I don’t want them hearing this from her before I get a chance to tell them in person. “We just got home from Majorca.”