Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“The tub’s full,” she whispers.
The moment between us breaks, and I step back as sharp disappointment rushes through me. Her guard is fucking impenetrable, but if I have to blast through it with a tank, I’ll do it. Taking her hand, I lead her to the spa’s edge, and we step into hot, bubbly water. I shut off the faucet then sink into the water until it reaches my shoulders. Sadie settles between my knees and snuggles against me, her back pressed against my chest.
Beyond providing the necessary aftercare, I’ve never cuddled with someone like this before, have never wanted to until now. Sex has always been just sex, but with Sadie it’s different, and I haven’t even fucked her yet.
We’ll get there eventually—I know it in the trenches of my soul. But when we do, it’ll happen on a level that’s worlds away from a simple lay. As my heart tumbles over its hasty beat, she inhales a long, deep breath then lets it out. Her body is heavy in my embrace, her limbs still weak from the intensity of what I put her through.
And my cock is fucking hard as hell, nestled against the small of her back. She shifts, and I bite my lip to keep from groaning.
“Ash…do you want me to…? I mean, I can…if you want.”
A grin takes hold of my mouth. “Are you asking if I want you to get me off?” It’s kind of cute how she stumbles over her words when it comes to anything relating to sex.
“Yeah.”
“As tempting as that sounds, I just want you to relax. I can wait awhile longer.” I cup water in my hands and release it over her tits. She’s got beautiful breasts; pale with a hint of freckles in the valley between them. Exquisite roundness that call to my palms. I weigh them in my hands, thumbs sweeping across her nipples until her head lolls against my shoulder. Eyes drifting shut, her lips part on a sigh.
Impossibly, I get even harder.
“Sawyer,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Hmm?”
“You realize everything has changed, right?”
Her breath seems to stall in her lungs as she flicks her gaze to my face. “Nothing has to change, Ash.”
“Tell me something,” I whisper, inching my mouth toward hers. “Tell me that despite the gazillion orgasms I forced on you, tell me you don’t want me still.”
Avoiding my eyes, she says, “I can’t tell you that.”
“Didn’t think so.” I push on her shoulders until she’s sitting. “Get up.”
As she makes it to her feet, legs visibly trembling, water pours down her skin in rivulets, following the sexy contour of her ass. “Do you want me to get out?”
“I want you to straddle my lap.”
She glances at me from over her shoulder. Even from where I’m sitting, I spot the gooseflesh on her skin. She opens her mouth, and I know she’s about to argue with me.
“I’m not asking, Sadie.”
God, she gives in so fucking easy. Next thing I know, I’ve got her warm body in my arms, her knees straddling me.
Her pussy sliding over my throbbing dick.
Grabbing her by the nape, I hiss in a breath. Our eyes lock. I tug on her neck, bringing her closer, and the tips of her breasts smash against my chest.
“I have no words,” I begin, swallowing hard, “to describe how watching you come undone made me feel tonight. I’ve never felt so connected to anyone before.” We’re breathing the same air, sharing the same choppy breaths. “I know you feel it too.”
Her gaze falters, kicking my ire into gear.
“Don’t you dare deny it, Sawyer.” I watch, mesmerized, as she runs her tongue over her lower lip.
“I won’t deny it.”
“Then fucking kiss me.”
Chapter Twenty-five
Sadie
Jesus. The thought of a kiss has never seemed so dangerous. I’m transfixed by his mouth, and every nerve ending in my body is on fire.
“Don’t make me beg,” he says, his grip at my nape tugging me another inch closer. He brings his other hand to my face and sweeps a thumb across my lips. “My cock knows this mouth better than I do. I need to taste you. Fucking kiss me.”
I exhale my nervousness across his lips, and the next instant, my mouth is on his. That first bit of contact sends a spark through me, trilling through my veins like a live wire. The kiss starts off as a hint of touch, a mere brush of yearning mouths. A prelude of what’s to come.
“Ash,” I breathe, equal amounts of scared and turned-on.
“Let me taste you,” he murmurs.
It’s almost too much, feeling him hard underneath me, cocooned by the warm, bubbling water as we approach the forbidden precipice. I’m not sure how we ended up here, but I can’t find a single reason to regret bringing my lips to his. Kissing him is as essential as the blood rushing in my veins.