Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
The moment his lips met mine all those years ago, I thought of nothing but the fact that I wanted and needed more of him. I wanted him all over me. I truly believe it’s because he’s my soul mate. That my heart recognized him instantly. That it would never love or want anyone but him. He said it had been the same for him too. He’d never had sex because he said it always felt wrong and that he was never attracted to anyone before me.
He starts pulling at my clothes. My soaked shirt hits the floor first before he goes for my yoga pants, dropping to his knees to pull them off for me.
“No underwear.” He smiles as I step out of them. “I approve.”
“I thought you would.” I run my hand through his hair. His hands slide up my thighs as he pushes them farther apart, his eyes on my pussy. My clit starts to throb, wanting his mouth. He leans in, taking a long lick of me before his tongue circles around my clit. I whimper when he pulls back.
“The kids are growing up so fast.”
“What?” That’s not exactly what I was expecting him to say.
“Going to be starting real school in a few months.”
“Can we talk about that later?”
He sNathans the outside of my thigh. “When you're naked I’m in charge.” A small moan leaves me, but I nod in understanding. “Now where was I?” He pretends to think about it. I dig my fingers tighter into his hair. I’m going to lose my mind if he doesn't put his mouth back on me.
“We’ll have more,” I blurt out. We’ve been talking about it these past few months, but I keep going back and forth about if we should wait a little longer. His eyes meet mine, and I smile. “Thank you,” I tell him. He broke me out of my thoughts. I tend to get lost in them. Calculating and weighing all available options and outcomes. My husband knows exactly how my mind works. He knows how to get me to say what I really want without bogging it down with all the what ifs.
“It’s my job to take care of you, wife, and I take that shit fucking seriously.” I know he does. The kids and I are the center of his world. His fingers dig into my hips.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” He leans back in, giving me what I want until I can barely stand on my own two feet. Not that I need to. He lifts me off the ground, pinning me to the shower so that he can make love to me. I’ve never felt this close to another person. This man is the center of my world too.
He might have started as my bodyguard, but he was always my everything.