Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 72828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
His hands are urgent and possessive as he works to get me naked, which doesn’t take long because I’m not wearing any underwear either.
Not even a bra.
I thought I was going to spend a casual evening with Gray and Stella.
“Fuck, babe.” He brushes the tip of his nose over my already hard nipple. “You’re even better than I remember, and that’s saying something because I remember you being perfect.”
I grin up at him. “You’re just being charming.”
“No.” He watches my face as his fingers dance down my belly, over my navel, and then farther south to the promised land. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
I gasp when his fingers push inside of me, and when the pad of his thumb covers my clit, my back arches off the bed, and I cry out as electricity shoots through me.
“Fuck!”
“Yes, baby. That’s right.” He knows just how to move those fingers, how to bend and slide to hit just the right spots. “God, you’re beautiful when you come.”
I can’t speak. I can only feel as wave after wave rolls through me.
And when I can take a whole breath once again, I realize that he’s kissing my stomach and my hip. His fingers haven’t left me, but they’ve slowed down, as if he’s just lazily petting the inside of me.
It’s damn nice.
“I don’t have any condoms.” Is that my voice? All breathless and full of need. “I didn’t think—”
“I got it.” He dives over the side of the bed and comes back with one single condom.
“Wallet?” I ask, and he just grins as he bites the foil and tears it open. “If we only have one of those, we’d better take our time.”
“You’re gonna kill me dead if you even think about asking me to wait.”
I laugh as he rolls on the condom, and then I sit up and reverse our positions. He’s lying beneath me, those green eyes on fire as he watches me rise up and slowly take him inside of me.
His eyes roll back into his head for the briefest moment, and then his hands are on my ass, and I’m slowly moving up and down, loving every inch of him.
My hands are braced on his chest, but he easily sits up, takes my hands and kisses them, then loops them around his neck as I do the same with my legs around his waist, and I’m no longer controlling the tempo.
I’m not mad about it.
I remember that Keaton likes to be in control in bed, and it’s damn thrilling. I don’t have to think; I don’t have to be in charge of anything the way I am in my everyday life.
I can just feel when I’m with him.
And he takes care of the rest.
“Oh, shit, I’m close.” I tip my forehead against his, breathing him in.
“Let go,” he coaxes. His voice is gentle, and with one hand still planted on my backside, he reaches up with the other and brushes his fingertips down my cheek, then circles around my throat, not squeezing, not hurting me, just taking charge. “Come on, beautiful, let go for me.”
I couldn’t resist him if I tried. Everything in me shatters. My core tightens around him, and my breath comes out in shudders.
And he absorbs all of it, not succumbing to his own orgasm until I’m just on the other side of mine.
“Christ,” he mutters, still watching me with those intense eyes. His hands tighten, but he’s still careful not to hurt me. And when we’re both on the other side, panting and sweating and a tangle of loose limbs, I lean in to hug him close.
He kisses my shoulder.
I don’t want to move.
I don’t want it to be over yet. Will he leave like he did the last time? I’d rather he stay.
And that’s not normal for me.
“Don’t go,” I whisper before he moves to untangle us. “Stay with me tonight.”
He’s quiet for a moment and then kisses my shoulder again. “Let me go for a minute.”
He easily lifts me off him, and as I roll to the side, he gets up from the bed and pads into the bathroom.
The door is closed, with the light seeping through along the floor, giving me enough light to walk through the room to the other bathroom in the condo so I can clean myself up. On the way back to the bedroom, I make a pit stop at the closet so I can put on a tank and another pair of leggings.
When I return to the bedroom, I’m surprised to find Keaton has turned on the bedside light and climbed under the covers of the bed, still naked.
He’s not getting dressed.
“You’re staying?” I can hear the surprise in my voice.
“You asked me to.” He looks uncertain now, and I race over, jump into the bed, and snuggle up to him.