Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“My goodness, Ryker, it feels like it’s been ages.”
“It has. It’s been the Dark Ages.” I set her down, kissed her on the cheek then pulled her away so I could get a good long look at her.
“It’s only been two weeks,” she said, “but boy, were those two weeks long!” She cupped my chin and kissed me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and she continued to kiss me. She ran her hands up and down my back, and she rocked and swayed with the motion of her mouth against mine.
I pulled away and took a breath. “Holly, it’s good to see you.” I kissed her on the forehead.
“It’s good to see you, Ryker.”
I kissed her on the cheek.
She held my hands in hers and squeezed. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
“Your bags?”
She motioned to the carry-on at her feet. “There it is. Ready to go.”
“That’s all you brought?” I was disappointed, though I tried not to let it show. We hadn’t talked about how long she was going to stay; we hadn’t discussed our plans, but I’d hoped that she was coming back for good, that this wasn’t a short visit. In fact, I hadn’t considered it a visit at all but a return.
“That’s all I need,” she said. She picked up the bag, locked her other arm in mine, and started for the exit. “I’m a simple girl with simple needs.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, that’s so.” She leaned in and whispered into my ear, “My needs are simple, but they’re strong. Let’s hurry up and get back home.”
I was beaming as I drove, a big silly grin slapped on my face as I stared straight ahead, pretending to be watching the road while Holly filled me in on her time in San Diego. I listened as best I could, but half my mind was still in the clouds, replaying the words she’d said to me at the airport—let’s get back home.
I knew it was a figure of speech. But the thought that she considered being with me her “home,” or as she put it, “her place where she felt loved,” that thought had me spinning; it had me feeling like I’d just gone to the dentist’s and was given a good dose of laughing gas.
She was talking about Mrs. Freedman, and then she cut herself off mid-sentence. “Are you listening to me?”
With a giddy smile still stretched across my face, I nodded, then shook my head. “You called this place your home.”
For the time being, our “home” would consist of a small one-bedroom apartment in Blue Ridge. I suggested we look for a bigger one together, but we should look in Blue Ridge. I needed to be close to the hospital; the hours I’d be working were insane.
“You know, I think the location is perfect,” she said. “It’s not far from Angel Clinic. It’s close to your brothers but far enough away that I won’t be tempted to spend every night with them, and I just might get that book written.”
“Just might?” I said, and I shook my head. “You will write that book.”
“I will?” She tilted her head to the side and raised her eyebrows. “Oh, yeah? Is that an order?”
I pinned her against the wall and pressed my bulging erection against her hip. I looked at her from her silky black hair tied back in a tight ponytail, into her gold-tinted, amber eyes, past her heaving breasts, down to her exposed navel and inviting hips. “Yes, that’s an order, and I’ve got a few more orders to give.”
I grabbed her pants and unbuttoned them. She slapped at my hands, and I pinned them to her sides. With my knee, I pushed her legs apart and pressed my erection against her crotch. I ground slowly, looking into her eyes that burned with desire. Her lips parted, and she wet them with the tip of her tongue.
God, she’s fucking gorgeous!
I let go of her hands and grabbed her head, my thumbs under her jaw and my fingers gripping her nape. I kissed her greedily and ground against her, mimicking the turns of my tongue in her mouth.
“I order you,” I said through gritted teeth, “to pull down your pants.”
Without taking her eyes off mine, she complied. I unzipped my pants and took out my throbbing cock. I seized her by the hips, and, with a yank, I spun her around to face the wall.
She gasped.
I pulled her panties completely off and slid my hand around to cup her pussy. She was wet and ready. I was hard and impatient.
I slid my fingers between her soft, juicy labia and, with my other hand, I guided the tip of my cock into her. “Two weeks,” I said, grinding my teeth. “I’ve had to wait for two weeks. Do you have any idea how crazy that’s made me?”