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)
Every plunge feels better than the last, shooting me higher, cocooning me in another headspace entirely—one where I’m drifting, my awareness reduced to the sensation of him thrusting inside me.
And I’m aching.
Aching in a way I’ve never ached before.
It pulls at me, subtle at first, then with more strength until I have no choice but to let it haul me into explosive surrender. I don’t recognize the sound of my voice as I whimper and cry out in rhythmic bursts, flooded with intense waves of pleasure spiraling through me.
“I love you,” I gasp, sinking my hands into his dark hair.
And that’s when he jerks to a stop, grunting curses under his breath as he reaches the tipping point. His forehead drops against mine, his muscles tense, and when he comes, spilling everything he is inside me, I feel it to my soul.
The following moments seem endless, but I’m content to lie here with him, foreheads pressed together as we regain our bearings. His eyes drift shut, and he slowly relaxes, limb by limb.
“Ash?”
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, but you’re…”
“Spit it out, Sawyer. Now’s not the time to get shy on me.”
“You’re still inside me.”
His mouth lifts in a grin. “Am I turning you on?”
“Maybe.”
How much time do guys need to recover? A few minutes? The time it takes to shit, shower, shave and…smoke a cigarette or something? God, I don’t know how this works. I only know I’m aching to do it again.
Right this second.
He pushes to his knees, and I immediately miss the weight of his body, the heat of his skin…the full sensation of him in the one place no one else has ever been. I follow the trail of hair below his belly button and find his cock taunting me, not quite ready to give me what I want, but not disinterested either.
He grips me by the waist, and suddenly I’m dragged on top of him. Tucking one leg then the other on either side of him, he aligns our bodies, and his eyes are pure lust and mischief as he flicks his thumbs across my nipples.
“Ready for another lesson?”
“God, yes.”
“Now it’s your turn to call the shots.” His hands fall to my hips, offering guidance.
With a shy grin, I rock into him and take the lead.
Epilogue
Sadie
Seven months later…
The rush of waterfalls. The warmth of August sunshine on my skin. The aroma of coconut sunscreen in the air.
And Ashton half-naked at my side, the cut of his abs a temptation to my tongue as his swim trunks ride low enough to hint at…other things I’d like to lick.
Life doesn’t get much better than this.
We hiked halfway up the mountainside so we’d have a modicum of privacy from the people scattered in the area. Like us, they’re in search of a good swimming hole and some fun in the sun.
Only our idea of fun in the sun is a bit more…risqué.
Which is why it’s a good thing most people don’t venture up here, put off by the steep climb and small space.
But it’s perfect for Ashton and me.
We’re sprawled on a blanket to the side of the falls, and hidden behind that cascading wall of water is a cozy swimming hole fed by the falls as they spill over the hillside.
“Move in with me,” he says, pointer finger doodling sweet-nothings across my mid-drift. The thong of the bikini he bought me last week is riding up my ass—as I’m sure he intended. He removed the top with his teeth shortly after we got here.
“After I finish school.” I’ve told him this a thousand times, but he brings it up at least once a week.
He nuzzles the valley between my bare breasts. “I want to wake up every morning next to you.”
“Wouldn’t it be nice to wake up next to a girl with a degree in criminal justice?”
He levels me with his ice-blue eyes. “Do you know of any? The left side of my bed is in the market for a sexy chick.”
I smack him on the shoulder. “The left side of your bed better stay empty until I’m ready to fill it.”
“So,” he murmurs, pushing to his knees. He crouches over me, hands planted on either side of my head. “What should I do in the meantime?”
“Deal with it?” I raise my brows, but when his tongue darts out to wet his lower lip, my gaze is dragged to his mouth. Damn him. He’s an expert at distraction.
He lowers his lips to mine and coaxes me into a long, deep kiss. I still can’t believe I waited so long to taste his mouth in the first place, and even longer to learn what it means to be loved by him in every sense of the word.
“I’ve got something to ask you, Sawyer.”
“My answer isn’t going to change.”
“That’s okay. This is a different question.”