Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I looked at her curiously. If she knew what I felt. If she knew what we had promised to each other. But of course, she had forgotten everything.
“Don’t worry,” she said quickly, mistaking the look in my eyes. “I’m going to say yes.”
I ground my hips against hers. “Willow Rayne, will you be my girlfriend? Officially.”
She bit her lower lip in an effort to control her smile, her eyes were sparkling. I stared mesmerized by them. I had lost twelve years of this.
“I’m not sure,” she teased.
“Let me help you make up your mind,” I growled. Reaching under her skirt, I pulled her panties down her legs. When they pooled around her feet, I grabbed her from under her thighs and lifted her off the ground.
29
Willow
A second later, my legs were tightly wrapped around his hips, and he was mercilessly pounding into me.
I couldn’t believe we were doing this in my shop, where at any moment anyone could walk in and clearly hear our bodies slamming against the door. It was madness and I should stop him, but the working next to him in the sun had turned my brain to mush. I had watched his fingers caress the soil and dreamed of them on my body. That sense of déjà vu was overwhelming. If I didn’t know better I would think we had done it before. Kneeled on the bare earth and planted flowers together under a burning sun.
“Faster,” I panted, digging my nails into his ass as I swung my hips to meet his wild thrusts. His cock filled me, the delicious friction driving me out of my mind.
It wasn’t long before I felt myself begin to climax. My core tightened at the impending release and when it crashed through, I cried into his mouth. “Oh God.” I shuddered. “Oh God!” It shook me hard, so I hard I heard him coming as if from far away.
His burst came with a guttural groan. The violent slam of his fist against the wall almost made my soul leave my body, but I understood him. I was as shaken as he was, the frantic, desperate pace of our mating meant even my blood hummed with excitement. But once again, I noticed that he’d pulled out of me before he came and it was his fingers that were pumping inside me. I knew I should have appreciated him for the precaution, but I wanted his seed in me. I wanted those seeds to grow inside my body like those pale seedlings we’d planted together.
I’d orgasmed so hard my juices were still spilling out of me. My legs felt as if they had locked into position and I couldn’t unhook them from around his hips.
“I don’t think I can stand,” I gasped.
He straightened then and I watched completely mesmerized, as he licked his lips and with the back of one hand patted the sweat away from his forehead.
He then pulled the bolt on the door and carried me towards the sink, he positioned me next to it.
“What can I use?” he asked.
“There are some wipes in that drawer,” I told him, and he headed over to retrieve it after which he began to carefully wipe me down. I watched as he set about taking care of me, as if he had long accepted me as his responsibility.
He was extremely quiet as he cleaned me up, and I knew that his silence was nothing bad and I shouldn’t break it. Not that I wanted to. I too was in a contemplative mood as I replayed the sheer magic of our joining. No matter how fast and furious it was I never felt dirty or soiled. It felt right. I felt good.
As he pulled my skirt over my thighs I heard myself blurt out, “Have you ever felt like this with anyone else?”
Realizing how idiotic I sounded I quickly hurried to explain. “I’m just wondering. I don’t have that much experience.” Or any for that matter that I was aware of.
His gaze softened. “Never, Willow. Never.”
My breath left me with a rush. Every time he said things like this, it should have been impossible to believe, and it should have made me suspicious of him because it was too much too soon for a man to be saying these things. It almost made him seem emotionally careless.
But for some weird reason I believed him. Maybe it was his temperament. He was quiet and watchful and serious. He didn’t seem like the kind who could be emotionally careless, and moreover when he said the words, it didn’t seem like he was trying to impress me or mess around with me. It seemed as though he was speaking from the very depths of his soul.
I didn’t want his apparent sincerity to persuade me into completely letting my guard down, and giving all of myself to him. I had visions of being left high and dry. I unlocked my legs from around him and slid down until I was on my feet.