Total pages in book: 213
Estimated words: 201920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1010(@200wpm)___ 808(@250wpm)___ 673(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 201920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1010(@200wpm)___ 808(@250wpm)___ 673(@300wpm)
“I won’t hurt you,” I whisper when she doesn’t respond. My heart races, though not in a steady rhythm. But when she lowers her gaze, her green eyes finding mine, it steadies and slows. It’s lost without her.
Addison nods, a small nod of recognition, but the hesitancy is still there. Her slender fingers pull at my shirt and I help her, leaning back and pulling it off. Then I remove hers, and move lower. We strip each other slowly, each movement met with the sound of our breathing. Kisses in between each garment being tossed to the floor, each turning more desperate, more breathy. More.
And when I finally slip my fingers between her folds, she’s soaking wet with need and rocks her hot pussy into my hand. Her eyes are still closed as she rides my palm and my thumb presses against her clit. Groaning against her throat, I grab my dick and push myself inside of her until I can let go and grab her hips as I fill her tight cunt.
Sucking in a breath, her fingers move to my shoulders, her blunt nails digging into my flesh.
Her wide eyes meet mine and I’m entranced.
Every thrust up, I dig my fingers deeper into her shoulder. My abs burn as I fuck her like this over and over, as deep as I can while I stare into her eyes.
The need to kiss her is all-consuming. But I can’t break her gaze either.
Her lips part just slightly as her pussy flutters and then spasms on my dick. My name slips from her lips as a strangled moan. And it’s only when she shudders and an orgasm rips through her that she breaks my gaze. She falls forward in my arms as I keep up my pace, riding through her climax.
I kiss her shoulder, her neck, her hair, every bit of her ravenously, worshipping her as she grips on to me for dear life.
My release comes in a wave so strong, I’m not ready. I’m not at all ready for this to end. But I swear I hear her whisper against my skin, her hot breath sending a chill down my spine as the intense pleasure rocks through me. I swear I hear her whisper as her lips graze my neck.
I love you.
My arms wrap around her and I don’t move; I don’t let her move either. I can’t say the words back. And I don’t know if she’ll say them again. But I swear I heard them.
I swear I heard her say those words to me.
To me.
CHAPTER 19
Addison
Daniel Cross is my boyfriend.
How high school. But still …
That’s all I sent to Rae this week. I’m used to giving her long descriptions of where I’m going next. It’s all I’ve ever considered and she loves to hear stories of what new places are like. But this town brought me Daniel and I don’t want to share a ton of details. He’s mine.
A snicker makes me lean back from the laptop as I read Rae’s response to my email.
How big is his dick? is her opening line. Leave it to Rae to relieve the tension.
I’ve been worried about what she’s going to say. And knowing that she isn’t judging me makes everything so much easier to accept. She even said, As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.
That’s all I wanted. As I click out of the email, ready to close the laptop, I see my subject line again. Daniel Cross is my boyfriend.
I cover my smile with my hand as I pull my heels up onto the sofa. With my pillow snuggled up close to me, I’m in for a night of binge-watching housewives and reality television.
But I couldn’t really care less about any of that. I can’t get into a show to save my life— or work, for that matter. All I keep thinking is that Daniel wants to be … mine.
It’s been over a week and that’s still the case. Nights of hanging out, watching TV or looking over photographs I’ve taken. It’s almost normal.
Those stupid butterflies in my stomach won’t quit and it makes me feel childish and giddy. But even in the eye of the storm that surrounds us, I want him and he wants me.
That should be all that matters, right?
As I reach for my glass of wine sitting on the coffee table, I can’t help but feel like the bottom is going to fall out from under us. Like there’s something waiting on the edge of all this. I can feel it with everything in me.
Life doesn’t work like this. You don’t get what you want simply by asking for it.
I swallow a sip of the wine and the sweetness I was feeling only a moment ago tastes bitter with the last thought.
Daniel feels like everything. Like there was nothing before him even though I’m fully aware there was. There’s no way with our history that there will be more between us, no matter what he says and how well we play house together. There won’t be any family dinners with his brothers or any sense of normalcy in that respect.