Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 116031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
His entire body stills. I don’t think he’s even breathing until he says, “Oh fuck me, you did not go there.” His hips slam into mine as he pins my arms above my head. “You like that, baby?”
“I fucking love it.”
The word ignites a fire burning in his sky-blue eyes. His jaw ticks as he grinds against me. “Fuuck, baby. You feel so fucking good.”
Swiveling my hips, I pull back, empty without him all the way in me. I thrust and take, pull and give to him, wanting him to feel how he makes me feel. Amazing.
Balanced on one hand, he squeezes my breast and then lowers to take my nipple into his mouth. Swirling his tongue, he then flicks it, which was already hard for him. The sensation shoots straight to my core, and the coiling begins.
Shifting to the other, he doesn’t leave that breast out. But when he slides his hand over my belly and lower, my vagina clenches around him, causing his mouth to open in the slightest of gasps. When his eyes shoot to mine, he says, “Do it again.”
I squeeze and slide, taking him in and not releasing. “Again,” he demands, slipping his fingers around our connection and then upward to bring the slickness to my clit. He does what he did to my breasts, teasing and then flicking. My nerve endings are live wires under his stroke, every touch shooting through my veins.
It’s so hard to embrace him when I want to fall into my own orgasm. His thrusting gets wild and unpredictable, too much of everything dancing between my head and every part of my body.
One pinch of my clit sends me tremoring into a release, triggering him to fall with me. My hips still move, grasping for every inch of him until he’s pumping inside me. The unrelenting drive eases, allowing me to disappear into the bliss, happily floating in the aftermath.
My breathing is too harsh, but I reluctantly come to my senses. Seeing him spent and the sweat glistening on his tan skin make me grateful I did. He’s beautiful and makes me feel the same.
When he finally opens his eyes, he looks over at me and smiles. “Did I ever tell you how I used to fantasize about fucking you?”
Already grinning, I reply, “No.”
“Those fantasies pale compared to the real thing.” He closes his eyes again, and his breath is still uneven. “You’re fucking incredible, baby.”
I reach between us, slip my hand in his, and close my eyes. “So are you, husband.”
32
Cate
“Unfortunately, I’m too sore to make paddleboard yoga this morning,” I tease, gently breaking the news to him. “The class will have to go on without me.”
With his head stuck in the fridge, Shane starts chuckling. He retrieves a bowl of berries and a container of Greek yogurt, knowing the way to my heart, and sets them on the counter. “That’s too bad. For me.” He winks and then taps my pouty bottom lip. “I was looking forward to seeing your ass in the air.”
“I can save us both the trouble and show it to you now.”
“Naked?”
I hate dashing his hopes, especially when he looks so cute from even the thought of me stripping off my clothes right here in the kitchen.
“Ehh.” I sidle up to him at the island. “I think I need a few hours to recover. Silver lining, we’ve burned a lot of calories over the past twelve hours.” I run my hand under his shirt and casually count the defined muscles of his abdomen so I can make a proper plan of licking them later, or maybe in a few minutes if he lets me. “So no need to burn more with things that are just a distraction from us having sex.”
With a raised eyebrow, he asks, “Have I created a monster?” And then he waggles his brow in the cutest dang way.
I just want to pinch his ass cheek or hump his face. It could go either way with how horny he makes me. “Not a monster per se but an addict.”
“It’s not like you haven’t had sex before. Though there’s no fucking way I want to hear about some other guy—fuck. Let’s not even go there.”
I’m leaning toward the face humping when I see the way his jaw ticks. He’s just so freaking gorgeous I almost can’t stand to look at him. It’s like staring into an eclipse—fiery sun rays and darkness shadowing his other half. I’d burn my retinas for him. “The past is the past. Your past is a no-go for me as well just to be clear.” Resting my butt against the countertop, I ask, “Is it only us that feels like we were made for each other, our bodies fitting together so perfectly that I’m missing a piece of myself when we’re apart?”