Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“Told you I was ready.” I grin, and he kisses me. Just a hard, quick press of his lips to mine.
“So tight and wet, you fit me as if you were made for me, Palmer.”
“Maybe I was,” I reply boldly. I bite my tongue. I shouldn’t have said that, but he’s inside me, and my heart is going crazy both from the exhilaration of the moment and because I was stupid to think I could keep my emotions out of this. My heart already recognizes him as ours, but he’s not. Hot tears prick my eyes, and I blink rapidly to ward them off.
Brooks freezes. “Am I hurting you?”
“No. No.” I’m quick to assure him.
“What’s going on in the beautiful mind of yours?”
“I’ve been waiting for this. For you for a long time. Happy tears.” It’s not a complete lie, but not the whole truth either.
He kisses me. This time his tongue slides deep into my mouth as if he needs to be inside me in every possible way. His thrusts grow faster as he tears his mouth from mine. He reaches between us and uses his thumb to massage my clit.
“Oh, fuck.” I dig my nails into his arms as my orgasm comes fast and hard without warning, crashing like a violent storm against the shoreline.
“Fuck, you feel incredible. Your pussy is milking my cock. So hot,” he mumbles. A few more thrusts and my name falls from his lips. His eyes remain locked on mine as he empties inside me.
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
Brooks
I’m having trouble pulling air into my lungs.
I just had the best sex of my life.
Hands down.
Her pussy was made for my cock. So much so that I know I need to pull out and take care of the condom, but I’m not ready to leave her heat. I’m addicted.
Knowing that I’m more than likely crushing her, I lift my weight up on my arms and stare down at her. She smiles shyly.
“Hi.”
I smile and lean in, pressing my lips to hers. Her pussy squeezes my cock, almost as an aftershock, and I groan. “You’re doing that on purpose.”
“Maybe.” She gives me a blissed-out smile, and I can’t do one damn thing but return it.
“I need to take care of this.” Slowly, I slide out of her and climb out of bed. I rush to the bathroom, dispose of the condom, and quickly wash my hands before rushing back to her. When I get back to the bed, she’s burrowed under the covers, and I waste no time, sliding underneath them and pulling her into my arms.
“I was cold.”
“I’ll warm you up.” I hold her a little tighter, letting her soak up my body heat. I’m still on fire for her.
“Doesn’t help that my hair’s still wet.” She chuckles.
“I should probably apologize for being impatient, but I’m not going to. That was… hot as fuck.” I can’t very well tell her that it was life-changing, although, to me, it was. We have an agreement, and I need to keep reminding myself of that. With each passing day, it gets harder and harder to remember how this started and how I’d be on board for it never ending.
“Maybe it was the buildup. We’ve been dancing around this.” She tilts her head up to look at me. “No pun intended. But we’ve been dancing around this night for weeks.”
“Yeah,” I agree. I feel raw and exposed, which is not something I’m used to feeling, and definitely not after sex. It’s always just been a physical release for me, but lying here with her in my arms feels different. Maybe it’s because I don’t cuddle as it gives off the wrong impression, but with Palmer, I’m not ready for her to be away from me. I’m not going to dive into what that might mean. Instead, I’m forcing myself out of my head and just enjoying this time with her.
“I need another shower.” She laughs.
As much as I don’t want to get out of this bed, I know we have to. “Come on, lazy bones.”
“That’s your fault. I’m not even sure I can stand.”
“No?” I ask, sliding out of bed. “I guess I’ll just have to carry you.” I scoop her up in my arms. Her laughter is contagious as I take my time carrying her into my bathroom and sitting her on the closed toilet. “I’ll go grab your bag.”
“Thank you!” she calls after me.
By the time I’m back, she’s already got the water running. I hand her the bag, and she reaches inside, pulling out a smaller bag and three bottles. She steps into the shower, and in no time, the entire room smells like peaches. No wonder she always smells good enough to eat.
“You need help in there?” I ask, peeking my head around the curtain.
“If you get in here, we both know I’m not going to be getting clean.”