Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“I’m still healing,” she continued, sliding her hands over my shoulders, her eyes fluttering from my eyes to my lips and back again.
“I know,” I said, fully understanding she was working on herself in ways that would take up all the energy she had. I knew she didn’t need me to help her heal, but I damn sure would be there for her while she did it. “And I want to be here for you. Support you in whatever way you need.” She bit her bottom lip, hesitance and need churning in her eyes. “I know I’m not what your family wants and that you’re trying to mend things with them. I get that. It doesn’t change how I feel about you. And this doesn’t have to be the end-all. We can just be.”
“So just this once?” she asked, and my heart fucking rebelled at the idea. Once would never be enough with her. But if that’s all she wanted, then that’s what I’d give her.
“One night?” I asked, wanting absolute clarity between us.
“Whatever you want,” she said, echoing my thoughts.
“I just want you,” I admitted, inching my way toward her mouth.
“You have me.”
I slanted my mouth over hers, sweeping my tongue between her lips until she let me in. Her grip on me tightened, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, locking me in place against her. My dick strained at the move, hard and desperate to sink into her. I tangled my fingers in the silken strands of her hair, kissing her deeper—
“Wait,” she said, pulling back just enough to catch my eyes.
I froze, telling my dick to stand the fuck down. I would never have her doing anything she wasn’t comfortable with. If she wanted to just make-out like we were teenagers again, then that’s what we’d do. If she wanted to sit there and talk until the sun came up, I was fine with that too.
“I’m…” She worried her lip between her teeth again.
“What is it, baby?”
“I’m nervous,” she admitted, and my eyes flared wide. My wild, ferocious girl was nervous?
“Why?”
“I haven’t had sex in over a year,” she said. “And I wasn’t exactly in a state to remember it. What if I’m not…what if you don’t like…”
She struggled with her words, and I shook my head. She could’ve slipped on that confident, downright dominant mask she normally wore and demanded I get on my knees for her. She could’ve pretended like this was nothing more than a one-night stand to her, but she was choosing to be honest with me, and that touched me in a way that was dangerous to my heart.
“What if I’m not good.” She clenched her eyes shut. “I haven’t had sex sober. Ever.”
“Look at me,” I said, and she slowly opened her eyes. “You are exquisite. The definition of desire. I look at you and I’m hard. I look at you and I want nothing more than to sink deep inside you and feel you come around my cock. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. Never doubt that.”
Her eyes fluttered, and she kissed me, soft and tender, almost like a thank you.
“Still nervous?” I asked, and she nodded almost sheepishly.
I smirked, placing my hands on her thighs. “Let me take care of you.”
She nodded, the consent all I needed to hook my hands into the band of her yoga pants. I tugged, and she lifted her luscious ass, allowing me to roll the pants down her long legs and toss them over my shoulder. The scrap of lace she wore came off next, then her shirt and bra, and my shirt and pants, all landing in a chaotic pile behind me between frantic kisses.
“Fuck,” I said, taking my time scanning her bare body. She really was exquisite, all sweeping curves and stunning breasts that begged to fill my hands, and a thin beautiful strip of blonde curls acting as a beacon guiding me to where I needed to taste her most. “You’re beautiful.”
Her hands traced the lines of my abdomen, her eyes wide and hungry. I’d never been so happy about all the time I spent in the gym. If it made her look at me like that, I would put an in-home gym in the basement and work out every fucking day.
She traveled lower, reaching between us to grip me over my boxer-briefs. I hissed, jerking my hips as I rocked into her hand. Her grip felt so fucking good, but this wasn’t about me right now. This was about her.
I nipped at her lip, breaking our kiss to work my way down her neck, over her collarbone, until I reached her breasts. I massaged one with one hand, gripping the other and teasing her nipple with my tongue until it was pert. I did the same with the other one, taking my time between the two, worshiping every inch of her since we’d only agreed on one night. I’d take my time with her, and I wouldn’t waste a single second of it.