Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 80261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
I never felt as exposed then I did at that moment with him. His predatory regard took in every inch of my body. I was completely at his mercy, and I loved each second of it.
With a loud growl, he gripped onto my ass and placed my body in front of his. Our stares stayed locked as he started licking the bourbon from my belly button to my chest. My heart hammered so loud I swear he could hear it.
In a pleading tone, he groaned, “What are you doing to me?” His mouth was now over my panties. “Tell me, Peach? Is this what you want?”
“Yes,” I shamelessly panted.
With his teeth, he slid my panties down my legs until they pooled at my feet.
“I don’t deserve you.”
“Yes, you do.”
The possessive stare as he looked at my most sacred area was a memory I’d take to my grave.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Haven, so goddamn beautiful.” Looking up at me through hooded eyes, he rasped, “I’m going to taste my ripe peach now.”
I moaned in response, sucking in my bottom lip.
He inhaled my scent and I almost died of embarrassment, but it was quickly replaced by an ache he created when he slid his tongue in between my folds.
“Fuck…” he breathed out before sucking my clit into his mouth in a forceful yet tender motion.
I’d never felt anything like it. My chest became heavy, rising and falling. My legs began to shake, and I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I had no idea what to do with my hands. I felt like I was going to explode. Needing support to hold myself up, I gripped onto his hair, and he loudly growled from deep within his chest.
Up and down, he sucked.
Left to right.
Harder.
Faster.
I couldn’t take it anymore. The way his mouth devoured me was too much for me to control. The room started to spin, and my breathing faltered.
I exhaled.
Panted.
Clenched.
I felt like I was coming apart and being ripped wide open. I couldn’t control my movements, let alone my gasping. I made all sorts of noises that seemed foreign coming out of my mouth.
“I can’t… Hayes… I can’t…”
He grabbed my leg, placing it on his shoulder. This angle had the room caving in on me as spasms consumed my entire body.
I huffed, screaming out, “Oh my God, Hayes!”
Hayes
Watching…
Tasting…
Feeling…
Hearing…
Haven came apart and knowing I was the cause had pre-cum dripping down my cock. I didn’t stop until I swallowed all her salty sweetness.
Once she found her bearings, I rested my forehead on her lower stomach, both of us desperately trying to gather our breathing. It was just as intense for me as it was for her, the throbbing in my jeans only proved my point. I could hear and feel her heart pounding against her chest.
“Hayes,” she coaxed, making me peer up at her.
She was glowing.
I’d never seen her look more beautiful than I did at that very moment and it hit me like a fucking grenade to the head.
I was blinded by her.
Consumed by her.
Wrecked by her.
She owned each and every part of me, right down to my fucking soul.
I loved her.
We stared at each other for I don’t know how long, aware that as soon as one of us opened our mouths to say something, anything, we’d forever lose this moment. Everything would change again. Not knowing if it’d be a good or bad was definitely the hardest pill to swallow.
It was obvious she was thinking the same exact thing I was. It was written all over her pretty face.
However, I didn’t think it would be this hard to hear her profess, “I love you, Chase Hayes.”
I wanted to say it so fucking bad, it was right there on the tip of my tongue, dying…pleading to come out.
I couldn’t.
It’d only make things worse, if it were even possible at this point.
“I’m so fucking sorry, Peach… I can’t.”
Her response didn’t shock me, “I know that you love me, Hayes. It doesn’t matter if you say it. I feel it in every bone in my body. In my heart. In my soul. I’m yours.”
I didn’t know what to respond. I barely knew how to feel.
Looking deep into her eyes, I could see her truths. They were spilling right out of her. I was drowning in her love.
“I love you,” she repeated as if she knew I needed to hear it again. “Please be with me, Hayes. Don’t stop here. I want you. I want to be with you. Please…”
I wish I could tell you I didn’t expect what happened next, but I’d be full of shit. Though nothing could have prepared me for it.
I should have stopped her.
I should have told her no.
I should have done something, anything…
Other then allow her to sit in my lap. Her delicate hands moved down my chest in a slow, agonizing motion, causing my breath to hitch. Her fingers traced my pecs, sliding to the contours of my abs, and only wavering to trace all my tattoos along the way.