Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
She lifts her head slowly. “I want more than what we have right now. I want a family. We already have all the pieces in place. Can we stop acting like enemies who live under the same roof?”
This time, she doesn’t flinch away. I take her by the arms and put her on her feet before sliding my hands over her shoulders, coming to a stop when I’m cupping her face.
I don’t know what to say. I’ve never been here before. So close to something real wanting to fall from my lips.
Instead of risking that, I pull her in and inhale her scent—better than Rosa’s perfume, better than anything—before pressing my lips to hers.
33
ALICIA
I don’t know what this means. Is he accepting me? I want to believe it. Why else would he kiss me?
He isn’t just kissing me, either. To call this kissing would be like calling Mona Lisa a painting—true, sure, but it hardly scratches the surface. No, he’s caressing my mouth with his, pouring himself into me, waking me up with every stroke his tongue makes against mine. He’s kissing me like I’ve never been kissed before, like I didn’t know was possible. My knees are weak, and my heart feels fluttery, and I hope he never stops.
I wind my arms around his neck and hold on tight to keep myself on my feet. His dick is already hard, and it presses against my hip and sends jolts of pleasure through me. He doesn’t need to be threatening or hurting me. It’s not only my reaction that gets him off. I’m enough.
Right now, it’s enough for him to run his hands over my back, my ass, my thighs. He slides them up again and works them under my T-shirt. Every touch makes me hungrier for more, leaving me moaning into his mouth so he’ll know how much I love this, need it, and how good it feels. He lifts the shirt, and I raise my arms so he can pull it off.
Once it’s gone, he wraps an arm around my waist to pull me closer while his other hand cups my breasts, moving back and forth. My head falls back, and he licks the length of my throat before tracing his path back down to my collarbone—then farther south, over my chest. I arch my back, offering myself to him. I need more. I need him all over me.
He sits me on the bed and strips off his jacket before lowering himself to his knees. I pull off his tie and unbutton his shirt, kissing him and pulling him in with my legs. My hands touch bare skin, and my hunger deepens while I open his shirt, sliding it over his shoulders and down his arms. He groans when my nails move over his back and across his shoulders, so I do it again, both for him and for me, since his reactions double what I’m already feeling.
And what I’m feeling is heat. Growing, burning, raging heat that’s got my pussy throbbing—but not as strong as my heart, thudding against my ribs. Not only because it feels incredible when he cups my breasts and lifts them to suck like he’s starving, and I’m the only thing keeping him alive.
Because it’s like it was before the wedding. When I started feeling something could be growing between us. Like he wanted me as more than a pawn. That feeling is back, and I didn’t know until now how much I missed it. How much I need it. How much better it makes every kiss, touch, every flick of his tongue over my nipples. He wants to give me pleasure as he takes pleasure in me, not just take what he wants and get me off at the same time. That’s everything.
And it makes me lift his head until our mouths align again. I can’t kiss him hard enough. I can’t hold him tight enough.
He lowers me onto the bed and follows me until we’re side-by-side, facing each other. He tugs down my leggings and thong—a little clumsy, in a hurry, and I help him.
But for once, I roll him onto his back and straddle him instead of lying back and letting him take the lead. His eyes widen, but his hands continue to tour my naked body. “This is different,” he whispers with a grin.
Everything’s different. I’m different. I reach down between us and undo his belt, his waistband, and his zipper. Concentrating on the task at hand is difficult once he works his fingers between my lips. My pussy clenches when two thick digits enter me, sliding in deep.
“Oh… God.” I close my eyes for an instant and let my attention dwindle to that single spot, to the thrusting of his fingers, before he focuses on my G-spot, pressing and massaging. I rock my hips, lost in him and the sensations he’s setting off. The building heat. The delicious tension.