Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 38632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
"Loving you," I say, prowling across the heated floor toward her. My mouth meets hers. We kiss once. Twice. A third time. I'm addicted to her mouth. As soon as I stop kissing it, I want to start all over again. No one warned me about this part of falling in love, the constant craving for contact. It's enthralling, consuming. I love every fucking thing about it.
Somehow, I manage to strip her between kisses. I run my hands down her body, touching her everywhere. I've held the smallest, most fragile hearts in my hands, and felt awe that something so small could be so powerful. I've been humbled and overjoyed, fought for the impossible and somehow prevailed. But nothing compares to the softness of her skin against my fingertips. Nothing compares to knowing this incredible woman trusts me with her heart.
I boost her into my arms, her legs around my waist. Our mouths meet again, tongues dancing together as I carry her into the shower. My dick is hard enough to hurt, but this isn't about him. It's about her.
The sound of pure bliss that tumbles from her lips when the hot water envelopes us will haunt every dream I have for the next five decades. She turns to putty in my arms.
I slide her down my body to her feet, anchoring her to me with one arm. "Relax," I whisper against her temple. "Let me take care of you tonight."
She hums a wordless agreement, practically purring in my arms. Fuck. I can't wait to spoil her like this every day. She's been on her own for so damn long, far longer than she should have been. She was just a kid, worrying about when she was going to eat or where she would sleep, seeing horrors no child should ever see.
No more, I vow, reaching for the shampoo. Never again. For the rest of her life, she won't have to worry about shit like that. She'll know every day that she and Scout are wanted, needed, and loved. She will never be alone, ever again.
"I love you," I say, digging my fingers into her scalp to massage the shampoo in. "You and Scout are going to be my whole world, angel."
"Yeah?" She turns to face me, tipping her head back into the shower spray. Shampoo cascades down her curvy body, covering her with soap. Her satisfied, womanly smile has my balls throbbing for release. She reaches between us, running her knuckles over my dick. "Show me what it means to be yours, Tate."
"Samara, angel," I groan. "You don't owe me this. I can wait."
"I can't," she whispers, wrapping one perfect hand around my shaft. "We both know you won't be able to drag me away from the hospital after tomorrow, Tate. Not until Scout's okay. I don't want to wait weeks to be yours when I know part of me will die a little every day without you. I need you to make me whole now so I can be strong for Scout later."
"You're already the strongest woman I know," I groan, my willpower crumbling. If she wants this, who the hell am I to tell her no? She can have anything. Anything. I'd crawl through hell on my knees to give it to her. "Are you sure?"
"I've never been more sure of anything," she says.
"Fuck." I tip my head forward, letting my resolve fall to ruins. It lands at our feet and then swirls down the drain, washed away like papier-mâché. I take her mouth in a deep kiss, claiming her, possessing her, ruining her too.
She moans, pressing her tits up against my chest. I reach blindly for the soap, using it to slick up my hands. We kiss again and again as I wash her, touching her everywhere. I pay extra attention to her hard little nipples, playing with them until she's whimpering my name.
She's soaked when I slip my hand between her legs to clean her there. I play with her, exploring every fold, learning every one of her secrets. The soap is gone long before I push her up against the wall and throw her legs over my shoulders.
She screams in shock, clutching handfuls of my hair like she's afraid I'll let her fall. That will never happen.
I make a mess of the pussy I just cleaned, using my lips and tongue to drive her wild. Her cries echo around the bathroom, growing louder and then louder still. By the time I work the tip of my tongue into her tasty little asshole, she cracks with a shrill scream of ecstasy, coating my face with her cream.
She's still coming when I stand upright, yanking her into my arms. I barely stop long enough to turn off the water before stepping out of the shower and reaching for a towel. I dry her carefully, running the fluffy towel all over her still trembling body.