Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“I’m happy for you.” She reaches for my hand then pulls me into a hug. “I love you.”
“I love you too, and you should know that no matter what happens, I will always be here for you and the girls.”
“I know.” She gives me a squeeze then lets me go. “Now that we’ve talked, I’m going to bed, since I need to get up early.”
“What time do you have to get up?”
“I’m setting my alarm for 6:30. That way I can shower before I need to leave the house.”
“Just think, if Mike were dropping them off, you wouldn’t have to get up so early, and we could go out to breakfast, which we haven’t done in forever.”
“I know, I know, and like I said, I’ll talk to him tomorrow.” I can’t see her roll her eyes, but I can hear her sigh.
“Night.” I laugh.
“Yeah, night.”
I listen to her pad off down the hall then fill up my glass once more and head for the bedroom. Not wanting to make any noise, I open the door slowly so it doesn’t squeak like it sometimes does, finding my endeavor pointless, because Talon is up in bed with light coming in from the bathroom. “Honey, you really need to get some bedside tables and lamps. And not to overwhelm you, but maybe you could even add a few pictures to make it feel more like a bedroom and less like a prison cell.”
“A prison cell?” He chuckles, and I grin at him, noticing the kittens and Soma are gone, so he probably woke when they wanted out, which means he probably heard me talking to Cece. I set my glass on the only surface in the room, which is the dresser, before going to the bed when he wiggles his fingers at me. “We can go shopping for shit when you move in here with me.”
“When I move in with you?” I pause with one knee on the bed.
“Yeah, when you move in.” He reaches for me then hauls me across the mattress to him before rolling me to my back. Once he’s pinned me with his leg between mine, his warm palm moves up my bare thigh.
“Talon,” I whisper.
“I know it’s not going to be tomorrow, baby, but when it happens, you’re free to change whatever you want to make this our home.” My throat burns as I look into his eyes. I’ve never been a crier, but I swear since I met this man, I’ve shed more tears than I have in my whole life. The only difference is they are always tears of happiness. To hide the sudden rush of emotions I’m feeling, I lift my neck and nip his bottom lip. “My shirt’s wet. Help me get it off.” I feel him smile against my lips then moan when he moves his hand between my legs, cupping my sex through the thin material of my panties.
“Funny, this is the only place that feels wet to me.”
“That’s strange,” I whimper as he slides my panties to the side and his middle finger rolls over my clit, causing my back to arch off the bed.
“Talon.” I bite my lip and latch onto his bicep, digging my nails into his skin as he sinks two fingers inside me.
“What, baby?”
I don’t answer him. Honestly, I couldn’t answer him even if I wanted to, not with his thumb moving in tight, quick circles over my clit while he taps against my G-spot with two fingers, drawing me closer and closer to an orgasm that is building at a blinding speed. My breath catches, and I come, seeing stars as I clamp my thighs around his arm, holding it hostage before going limp.
“You okay?” he asks, nipping my bottom lip.
“No.” I slip my hand down the front of his boxers and wrap my hand around him, sliding up then down once and listening to him groan. He moves my hand away, and I lick my lips as he takes off his boxers. I wiggle out of my panties before sitting up on my knees and taking off my shirt.
He kneels before me, and I rest my palms against his warm skin, wondering how it’s possible something so hard can still be so soft. I moan as his hands wrap around my thighs then whimper as I fall back to the bed and his thighs settle between mine. I wrap my legs around his hips as he kisses me and move my hands up and down the smooth skin of his back as his cock nudges my entrance.
“Hold on,” he groans as I lift my hips, trying to get him where I need him most.
“I can’t.” I use every ounce of strength I have and manage to roll him to his back, and I rest my palms against his chest, watching his pupils flare as I sink down onto his length, feeling the stretch and burn as he fills me. “God.” I sit up and cup my breasts. “There is nothing better than being filled with you.”