Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 128430 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128430 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
His hands drag along my sides as he whispers against the fabric, “We could do a little sensory play, Story.”
I don’t care how badly my arms ache as I hold them in the air like this, his words are pointed right toward my vagina, and I’m all for it. My breathing deepens, and I feel his hot breath on my breasts with only a bra between us. I’m so damn glad I wore the sexy black lace one.
Lowering my arms to his shoulders, he kisses across my collarbone, disappears, and then yanks the shirt off by the hem. “I decided I like looking at you too much.”
I’m sure my hair is a mess, and when I touch my lips, they’re already swelling. The little makeup I put on is gone, and though I’m a little heavier compared to my college days, Cooper Haywood looks at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.
I’m going to make him feel so good for that.
“Jeans?” I ask, eagerly. “Or too fast?”
Rolling to his back, he starts yanking his down. “My vote is off.” By the time we both are free from the confines of the denim, I’m already climbing on top of him. Leaning forward, I plant my hands on either side of his head. “I’m so damn happy.”
The tips of his fingers glide along the length of my arms. He lifts on his elbows and kisses my chin and then my lips. “I love you, Story. I still love you.”
The rush of our bodies coming together for the first time calms, and the air turns. I left the lamp on earlier, and now I’m glad. I wouldn’t want to miss his expression for anything. The confession makes me swoon, but the love I see written in the anguish as he waits for me to respond does me in once and for all. “I love you, too. I never stopped.”
This time when we kiss, we scramble to get naked as well. It’s not until he’s positioned over me and at my entrance that he stops. “I’m not prepared.”
“You don’t have a condom?” I ask, panting through my words. My body, a traitor, is squirming against him already to feel him deep inside.
“No. Not on me.”
I moan gratuitously and leverage his shoulders to satisfy the craving. “Oh, fuck it.” I roll my eyes just before sinking onto his erection, the back of my head shoving into the pillow, and I close my eyes. But when he doesn’t move, my eyes fly open again. I can read the question before he has to say it. “I’m on the pill.”
“Okay,” he says with a smile playing on his lips. “That’s good.”
“It is good, but I need you to move, babe. Please.”
“Yeah. On it. On you. In you. Yeah. I’m just going to shut up now.” His hips start to thrust, sending delectable chills through me. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this wanton for sex. The blame lies squarely on Cooper’s shoulders.
I smile, embracing the fullness, the tingling sensation as my body stretches for his and acclimates. This sense of wholeness that I haven’t felt since him fills my body and soul.
It’s all so much, so fast, and too slow, harder and with not enough built-in breathers as we fumble through the sheets and each other. I ride him, getting drunk on his expression as he savors every inch of my exposed body on top of him.
I drown in each thrust that hits deeper, so much that I let my moans fill our ears as our skin becomes slick with need and desire. We make love, fuck, and everything in between. We laugh together. We love together. We come, and we recover together.
Lying naked on top of the covers, I turn my head, my body too depleted to make the effort. And then a swell of happiness surges through my veins at the sight of Cooper lying on his side of the bed again.
His eyes are closed as if sleep is about to drag him from me, but then his hand finds mine, and our fingers entwine, like our hearts. He faces me and says, “I can’t believe you’re in my life again.”
“When you least expect it.”
“Best day ever.”
I slide over and drape myself all over him because I have Cooper back in my life, and I will never let him go again. I kiss his chest. “The best.”
He wraps around me and rolls me to my back with him draped over me. “Who cares about early shifts or meetings?” A kiss connects us together and deepens, our bodies coming together again.
We’re slower this time, the frenzy still smoldering inside but kissing, studying, touching every nook and cranny, ebb and flow of each other’s bodies. Making out and making love.
Sleep just about tackles us in bed after our breathing evens, and the heaviness subsides when he says, “You used my line.”