Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Anything after this kiss is a bonus.
For ten minutes we stay in this position as if time has stopped. There is no urgency to move on from this, and it’s as if he is enjoying it as much as I am.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he whispers in between kisses.
I smile, unable to answer.
“Do you know how many nights I have laid next to you in this bed imagining just this?”
My eyes close and I grip his muscular shoulders just that bit tighter as our kiss intensifies.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispers again as if internally battling the decision.
“Yes, you should.” I breathe. “I want this. I want you like this.”
We kiss and I pry my eyes open to see his are firmly shut as he kisses me. He’s right here with me.
“Take my dress off.”
His eyes darken as he turns me away from him and slowly slides my dress down. He steps back and smiles as he looks me up and down.
His smile is contagious. “What are you smiling at?” I ask.
“You.”
“What about me?”
“You have absolutely no idea how fucking gorgeous you are.” He runs the back of his fingers down over my breasts as his eyes follow his fingers. “It’s like you were made from my favorite things catalogue… Just for me,” he whispers in wonder.
I smile and raise an eyebrow in question.
“I like dark hair. You have dark hair.” He touches my hair on top of my head. “I love brown eyes.” He bends and kisses me gently on the eyelids. “I like natural, full tits, and these are the best I’ve ever seen.” He bends and kisses each of my breasts in reverence.
My heart swells.
“I like curves.” He runs his hand down to my hips. “These hips are fucking kicking.”
I smile and kiss him gently. For a cold-hearted criminal this man knows exactly what to say.
He slides his hand in between my legs and rubs his fingertips through my flesh. “I didn’t know how much I wanted my woman tight.”
My eyes hold his. His woman.
“Until I met you, I didn’t even know I liked these things.”
“And now?” I whisper.
“I want to inhale them. I want to drown in your body and forget every bad thing that has ever happened.”
My breath catches. “How can I make you forget all the bad?” I whisper as I take his lips in mine.
“You have this gift.” Our tongues slide against each other.
“A gift?” I ask.
“Of making me forget where I am…Who I am.”
Oh, that is the most perfect thing anyone has ever said to me. Our kiss turns desperate and I grab the back of his head. “You need to make love to me. Please,” I beg.
He smirks sadly into my lips and his hands fall to my behind. “You will be sadly disappointed.”
I frown.
“I don’t make love.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know how.”
“Why is that?”
“I’ve never felt it. I have no idea what I would need to do to make someone feel loved.”
My heart melts, I feel an affection roll over me like a freight train and I cup his face in my hand. “Can I tell you a secret?” I whisper.
“Yes.” His eyes stare straight through me as if he can see to my very soul.
“You have just made me feel more loved than any man ever has.”
A frown crosses his face as if not understanding.
“I don’t know if I have ever been loved, either, Mac.”
He leans in and kisses me and brings our foreheads together as if thinking.
“But I know I want to be here, doing this with you,” I breathe as I kiss him softly.
He lies back on the bed and pulls me over him and we start to kiss. Not the hard, aggressive kissing I was expecting. It’s tender, soft.
Beautiful and different to anything I have felt before.
“Ride me,” he whispers up at me. “Take me.”
Oh God. I straddle over him and run my body back and forth over his as his hands guide my hips. We kiss for a long time, and I’m swollen, wet, and ready. He rolls a condom on and grabs his base and holds it up. I have to rise on my knees to allow his entry. He guides himself into me and I stop still.
Ouch… fuck, he’s big.
Sensing my fear, he whispers. “It’s okay, baby, you can take me.”
I nod nervously and move from side to side to try and loosen myself up as his hands gently guide my hips. We struggle for a few moments as he tries to calm me down.
It really is too big. “I don’t think I can take it, Mac,” I whisper in desperation as I fall onto his chest.
“Stace,” he whispers into my lips.
Huh? I pull back as my eyes search his.
“My name is Stace.”
My heart stops. “Stace?” I whisper.
He nods and his eyes search mine.