Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“Fuck, I love you,” I say against her lips. She doesn’t say anything, and I realize that hearing those words probably isn’t the greatest thing to help her move on, but it’s not as though she hasn’t always known it. My love for her is never going to change, even through the darkest storms. How could it?
Bri’s hands find the top of my shirt, and she pops the first button as a wild desperation crashes through me, and yet I grab her hands, stopping her from going any further. She pulls back, looking up at me in confusion. There’s only been once I’ve denied her. Apart from that, she knows I’m not the man to hold back when she needs me physically. “We shouldn’t,” I tell her, knowing that taking this any further could be detrimental to our health.
She takes a shaky breath before fisting her hand into the front of my shirt and pulling me back in. “Yeah, Carter. Yeah, we definitely should,” she pants, a fire burning in her eyes, one that drives me crazy with hunger. “It’s okay,” she says, sensing my hesitation. “I know it means nothing.”
“Bri, baby,” I say, my fingers trailing down her body. “It will never mean nothing.”
“I can handle it,” she promises. “I need this. Please, Carter. I need it just as much as you do.”
Fuck.
My lips slam back on hers as she grabs my shirt in both hands and tears it open, the buttons popping off and scattering through the hallway. Grasping her firm ass, I lift her and push her up against the wall, pinning her with my body as he winds her legs around my waist. I’m hard within seconds and grind against her, five long months of craving has kept me on edge.
My lips drop to her neck as she pushes the fabric of my torn shirt off my shoulders, and I rip the shirt off my body, letting it fall to the ground behind me. The second she can, she puts her hands on my bare skin, and the feel of her touch is like the sweetest sin. Fuck, I’ve missed her touch.
I close my eyes as the pure longing and satisfaction become too much to bear. I need so much more, but I’m terrified she’s going to tell me to stop, push me away, and remind me that this is a terrible idea.
Feeling weird about doing this right near Georgia’s room, I pull her away from the wall, holding onto her tightly as I walk back down the long hallway toward my old bedroom, the same room we were in when I first broke her heart.
With her lips on mine and her hands clawing into the muscles of my back, I reach for the door handle when Bri lifts her face from mine. “Not here,” she murmurs against my lips.
Understanding tears at my chest. The last time we were in this room, we left with shattered hearts. Of course she’s not going to want to go in there, I should have known. This room is tainted.
I keep walking down the hall and push through to the guest room, kicking the door shut behind me before lowering Bri to her feet and diving for her dress. If this were any other moment with her, I’d take my time. I’d start at the top and worship every inch of her body, not stopping until her throat is raw from screaming my name, but right now, we don’t have time for that. The hunger and craving are too strong, and if I don’t get to touch her soon, I’ll surely crumble.
Bri’s dress is unzipped as she works on my belt, yanking it out of my pants and dropping it to the ground with her dress. She steps out of the pool of fabric at her feet, leaving her in nothing but black lace underwear, a matching bra, and black high heels.
Fuck me. I could come just looking at her.
My gaze lingers on her body as my pants drop to the floor, and the second they’re gone, we frantically collide. She jumps into my arms, all but clawing her way up my body as I walk us to the bed, crashing down onto the mattress with our lips fused together.
My hands roam over her silky smooth skin as the rush to rid ourselves of our underwear begins. She reaches down between us and works on freeing my straining cock as I slide one hand beneath her, quickly unclasping her bra.
I pull the straps off her arms and toss the black lace to the side, revealing her perfect tits that I’ve done nothing by dream of since the moment I walked away. Without a second thought, I lower my lips to her breast and close my mouth over her nipple, my tongue flicking over it as it hardens beneath my touch. Bri groans and arches her back off the mattress, pushing up against me, silently begging for more. And goddamn, I’m going to give it to her.