Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Nora.
My Nora.
In the flesh. Happy. Smiling. Fucking stunning. And silently pleading for me.
I’d waited so long to have her like that. Most nights, I didn’t even allow myself to dream that it would ever come to fruition. She’d always been a mirage I could never quite catch before it disappeared.
Brushing a few locks of her hair out of my way, I licked my lips and leaned in.
The moment my mouth brushed her skin, her breathing shuddered, giving me silent permission to lick and suck my way up to her ear.
“That feels so good. Don’t stop,” she moaned.
I could’ve died a happy man hearing those six words, but I prayed God would let me live through the night. If I had anything to say about it, neither of us would spend a moment of it sleeping.
I smiled against her neck and paused only long enough to warn, “If you think you’re getting off the hook and not answering a question, you’re sorely mistaken.”
She rolled her head to the side and gave me more room to roam. “Then ask it and then do that tongue thing again.”
I chuckled. “Nora, if my kissing you isn't a distraction, then I’m not doing a very good job.”
She pulled away just enough to make eye contact. “I’m finishing up school to be a first-grade teacher. Multitasking is my city. Now, ask and get back to work.”
Oh, a freebie. Not that I minded our method of payment at the moment.
So she was a teacher. Interesting. I liked that for her—and for more reasons than just the images of her bending over a desk.
“Yes, ma’am, Ms. Stewart.” With my original inquiry out of the way, that left the door wide open to ask her something more personal.
But the woman was right, I had some necking to do too.
“Do you…” Kiss. “…ever think—”
“Mmmm,” she hummed as my tongue teased at her earlobe.
“…about me…”
She shivered in my arms and moved closer until her core found my length straining against my boxers.
I hissed at the contact, barely able to finish my thought. “…at night?”
Her fingers latched onto my hair and she pulled my mouth to hers, hovering mere millimeters away. “You’re the only man I’ve ever thought about.” Her warm breath filled my every inhale. “Every night, Cam.”
I kissed her hard and fast, sealing my mouth over hers as though oxygen were my enemy.
Fuck. Me.
The Cam tasted even better than it sounded.
A groan rumbled in my throat, her words sparking something primal within me. “I want to be inside you,” I rumbled, palming her breast.
“Oh, God,” she breathed, nipping at my neck while circling her hips over my cock.
“You can tell me to stop. I swear I won’t do anything you don’t—”
“Hey, Cam.” She palmed either side of my face. “Shut up and take me inside.”
I didn’t turn off the jacuzzi.
I didn’t even shut the back-fucking-door.
I didn’t care whether my wet feet left spots on the hardwood floor, trailing to the bed where I carried her.
I didn’t turn off a single light on the way.
And I didn’t give a good Goddamn if the whole cabin came down around us.
For one night, I was going to say to hell with it all.
For one night, nothing in the world mattered.
Not the wet clothes we left on the floor after ripping them off each other. Not the fact that she’d be leaving the next day or that I was so far behind in my classes it would take a month to make up for the week I’d been gone, pretending to mourn a man I’d never really loved.
But everything vanished as I stared down at her naked, pink cheeks, all mine.
I put a knee to the bed and trailed a finger through her heat. Fuck me, she was wet and it had not one fucking thing to do with the hot tub. “I need a condom.”
“Please, Cam.” She rose from the pillow, pressing her lips to mine. “I’m on birth control. It’s fine.”
“I’m clean,” I confessed. And because it was Nora, I didn’t even have it in me to be embarrassed when I admitted, “I haven’t been with anyone.”
Her eyes grew wide. “No one?”
“No one.”
A heart-stopping smile spread across her face. “Me either.” She took a deep shaky breath and blew it out. “I sorta thought you’d know what to do.”
Relief tore from my throat. I’d never dare ask her about other guys; I had no right. But learning that neither of us had been with anyone else, that we were going to have something that we would share forever, galvanized the lock she’d placed on my heart almost a decade earlier.
I’d always belong to Nora Stewart.
This first belonged to us.
A laugh slipped out. “Well, just because I haven’t done it doesn’t mean I don’t know how.”
“What if it’s a train wreck?” She giggled through her unshed tears.