Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 134663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Supporting my upper body with my fists sunken into the mattress, I lower and rest my mouth on one of the dimples, kissing it lightly, before trailing my lips across to the other, looking up when I hear a soft, sleepy moan. I smile to myself and reposition my body, straddling her upper thighs and dusting every inch of her back with my mouth. She smells like me, my scent ingrained into her skin, mixed with her own natural fragrance. It’s a heady mix, a cocktail of fucked-up perfection. Me and her. Her back starts to roll each time my mouth meets her flesh, and I reach for her hair, pulling it aside to expose her neck.
She chose me.
And now I have to ensure that she didn’t make the wrong choice. The wheels have been set in motion, my next moves meticulously planned, though I’m still operating on gut instinct. Have been since this woman charged into my life.
Lowering my chest onto her back, I lay one arm by her head and slip my other hand under her tummy, sliding it down until I feel the dark strip of hair just north of the gates to heaven. Her arse lifts, giving my hand space, and her tongue slips out and glides across her lips, wetting them. My fingers meet hot, swollen flesh. My lips part, as do Rose’s legs, giving my fingers room, as well as my cock. My taut, aching flesh disappears between her thighs, and with one slight shift, I sink inside of her, my fingers scissoring and working as I lazily pump back and forth. Her sigh is peaceful, and I catch it when she turns her face as far to the side as she can, dragging her eyes open. My body hums with pleasure, tingles erupting with every careful stroke. The feel of her welcoming me into her body, pulling me in, her walls drawing me deeper, surpasses ecstasy. Her drowsy gaze screams a thousand words. We’re both from worlds where actions speak loudest, and never more than now. The drives of my hips and the massaging of my fingers keep us balanced on the edge. Sweat is beading, blood is boiling, heartbeats are thrashing. The wild edge to her eyes kicks my pace up a notch. She’s on the cusp. Her arms come from under the pillow, her torso lifting as much as she can, one arm supporting her, the other coming back and circling my neck. She tugs me down to her lips and cries into my mouth when my hips buck. My eyes close and my mind channels, the images jumping through all chaotic yet beautiful. All Rose.
The tip of my cock swells, shockwaves surging up my shaft, and I choke into her mouth when the pressure seizes me and I’m rendered paralyzed by my release. Calm. Peace. I never knew I could find it in pleasure.
I collapse, pinning her to the bed, her moans sounding painful. I sink my face into her neck and lighten the pressure of my finger, circling gently around her pulsing flesh.
“What happens now?” she whispers, her arm hooked over my head, stroking the hair on my nape.
Turning my lips into her, I kiss her like a man kisses a woman he loves. “Now, I save you,” I whisper.
“Like a knight in shining armor?” She wriggles to turn over, and I lift, just enough to let her before settling on her front, every soft curve of her tummy and breasts melding into me.
“I’m more like a knight in rusty, tarnished armor.” I kiss the edge of her mouth, working my way down her body while she strokes and feels my hair. I can’t stop myself. My lips need to touch every part of her.
“I love rusty and tarnished.”
Relinquishing my mouth from her chest, I peek up at her, my eyebrow growing into a curve. “And rusty and tarnished loves you.” I crawl up her body and kiss her fiercely, rolling us until she’s on top of me, the sheets all tangled up between our legs. “Tomorrow, I’m taking you out for dinner,” I inform her around her tongue, making her withdraw in surprise.
“Will there be a murder for main course?”
Amusement tickles my lips as I push her up to sit astride of my waist. Flushed, hard nipples point at me. I smile and take my arms back under my head, propping it up to get the best view. “I want you to meet my uncle. Well, he’s not technically my uncle, he’s my dad’s cousin.”
Her head tilts in interest. “You want me to meet your family?”
“Yes.” I can tell this thrills her, even if she’s surprised.
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, her gaze jumping across my chest. “Okay.”
“I’m sorry, I should have been clearer. It wasn’t a question.”