Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 123579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
“Dammit, Sof.” I rest my forehead against her neck. “Protection.”
A laugh drifts up from her throat.
“Are you going to think badly of me when I reach into my supply by the bed?”
I run my hand up her back, thrusting my fingers into her hair and holding her head still, holding her eyes with mine.
“Not as long as that’s just my supply from now on.”
Little pieces of her smile slowly fall away until her mouth is a sober line. She stretches to the bedside table, takes out and tears the foil packet, sliding the condom over me. Breath huffs past my lip at even that simple touch.
Eyes locked with mine, she slowly slides down over me, pressing her nose to mine.
“Only yours from now on, Bishop. I promise.”
It’s slow at first, a gentle rise and fall of her hips, but I’m pushing up deeper and harder with every motion. A small line sketches between her brows, and her top lip hides in the full curve of the bottom.
“Am I hurting you?” I ask.
“Good grief no,” she gasps, tipping her head back until her hair brushes my thighs. “I’m just…fuck.”
She rolls her hips into me, elbows hooked at my neck, breasts caressing my chest. Every thrust, every brush of our bodies, every slide in and out, stokes something between us. We become frantic, her cries, my pants, our breaths filling the room. I love how hard she rides me, how there are no inhibitions, only a complete immersion into this inferno of pleasure.
“Bishop, I…”She squeezes her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed pink, her lip between her teeth. “Ahhhh. Oh. Yes. Oh, yes.”
And I’m right behind her, coming so hard my vision goes bright. I grip her hips, still pumping over me. My hands slide over her sweat-slick thighs, up to her back, pressing her as close to me as I can manage. I cross my arms at her back, melding our bodies until not even a breath separates us.
With my head buried in her silvery hair, and the soft kisses she leaves at my neck and over my shoulders as we come down, I know I want nothing to ever separate us again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Sofie
That door looks so good right now. Sitting here waiting to meet Shaunti Miller, at the precipice of an irreversible decision that will throw my life into chaos, that door looks so good. Two things stop me from getting up and strutting out that door and all the way back to my apartment. One, Halima’s words still have their hooks in my heart and echo in my head, provoking me to follow through on the conscience I’ve managed to ignore for most of my life. And, two, the man at my side, holding my hand and just being…there. Just being there for me, encouraging me to reach for that good Walsh assures me is in there somewhere.
If he says so.
Trevor’s thumb stroking my hand distracts me for a few seconds. We’ve been touching each other all morning. Last night he kicked down some door, invading an inner sanctum no one’s ever occupied. I can’t evict him. I don’t want to. Last night was…there aren’t words. Only emotions. Only these feelings I’ve never had before. I think the hardest thing about this morning’s meeting is the fear that it will get so bad once I go public with my story that I’ll lose this thing with Bishop. And it’s the sweetest, purest, most genuine thing I’ve ever had. Last night raised the stakes so high. Losing him now—I can’t wrap my head around that.
And as much as I don’t want to admit it to myself, it’s not just my head. It’s my heart, too. I can’t wrap my heart around losing him.
“You okay?” Trevor leans forward to peer at me. “I know this is hard, Sof, but it’s the right thing to do.”
“I know.” Nerves propel a laugh from me. “I’m not used to doing the right thing, so there’s a little bit of a learning curve here.”
Trevor brushes the hair back from my face, cupping my cheek and leaning forward to drop a soft kiss on my lips. I need more. I need something other than this sick panic gnawing through my insides, so I lean deeper into his kiss, hoping the hunger I always feel with him will distract me for just a little while. And it does, for a few seconds, as we nip and suck and lick into a kiss that both soothes and incites. He pulls away, laying his forehead against mine, his fingers brushing across my neck under my hair.
“Sofie Baston, you taste so sweet.” His breath mists my lips. “I may just eat you alive.”
“Yes, please.” I lay one more kiss against his lips, holding on to this sensation for as long as I can.