Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
“Hold on.” He lifted her, pinned her back against the wall, and pushed inside her silky cunt in one motion.
“Fuck.” He groaned, shaking with the deep-reaching flood of sensations. “Christ, your pussy… So fucking tight. Every bump and ridge is gripping me.”
“There’s nothing between us.” She cupped his face, smiling as she searched his eyes.
No condom. He’d never had consensual sex without one. And as he kicked his hips to meet her body, he vowed to never wear one again.
Nothing felt like this. Nothing. It wasn’t just the bareness between them. It was her. The staccato of her hungry whimpers, the submissive give of her body, and the love shining in her honey-brown eyes.
He pressed tighter against her chest and worked his mouth frantically against hers, his movements unhinged and desperate. It had been too long, and they’d been through too much to put restraints on this. He let his desire take over, driving his thrusts, drinking in her kisses, and digging his fingers into her beautiful skin.
The caress of her hand traveled over his ass, squeezing and kneading before dipping beneath the waistband to finger the cleft of his cheeks. Then it rose, slipping under his shirt to trace the scars he neither loved nor hated. They made her sad when she looked at them, but they’d brought them back together. They meant nothing to him. And everything.
Their lips slicked together, his tongue sliding over and around hers in a kiss that amplified every physical and emotional sensation vibrating through him. He was lost to her, a crazed and starving goner with everything he ever wanted in his arms.
His muscles were whipcord taut, his lungs pumping with the speed of his thrusts. Each stroke invigorated his body and nourished his heart. He couldn’t get close enough to her, deep enough. He wanted to fuck her soul.
With his hands beneath her knees, he hitched them higher, wider, opening her to him as he pistoned between her legs, pounded her against the wall, and devoured her every gasp.
Then he broke the kiss to look deep into her eyes, gazing at her beautiful, healthy face. Her skin sheened under the dim lighting. Her lips parted, plump and wet, and her hair tousled around her graceful neck and shoulders. What a glorious sight.
Arousal loved her.
“Tate.” A throaty, greedy whisper. The most seductive sound he’d ever heard.
“I love you.” He drew his hips back and surged again and again, filling her, stretching her with an urgency that chopped his words into grunts. “Love you so damn much.”
There was a natural rhythm between them, a pace and angle that had a way of bringing them to climax together. He didn’t know how many times they’d had sex during their five days together, but he’d found their rhythm then and rediscovered it now.
His hips moved instinctively, impulsively, as he savored the slow build of yearning low in his back. Just the possibility of it, the relief of being inside her, and the knowledge that he would be here, in her, every day for the rest of his life—it was more than he could ever hope for.
He sensed the surge of pleasure inside her, the promise, the moment they reached for it at the same time.
Then he rode them over the edge, staring into her eyes and coming with her in powerful spurts that pounded his heart into a mold around hers. A unified heartbeat. It was the song in his ears and the barometer of their future.
She stared up at him, dazed and breathless. “We needed that.”
Lowering her feet to the floor, he kissed her lips. “I won’t ever deny us again. I’m sorry I—”
“Whatever you’re about to say, stop.” Her eyes flashed. She snatched her panties from the floor and pulled them on. “You endured things most men can’t even think about, and you’re apologizing for taking four days to heal?” She framed his face with her hands. “Take as long as you need, Tate. I’m not going anywhere.”
He knew that, but hearing it from her lips freed something in his mind, un-sticking the final pieces of his mental baggage.
“What I need is you,” he said, brushing a knuckle across her cheek, “and we’ve only just begun.”
Ten minutes later, he stood by the bed in their room and ordered her to strip. Then he spread her gorgeous nude body across the mattress and worshiped every sensual inch of her skin. He kissed and licked until she bucked her hips, offering up his journey’s end.
His body vibrated with need as he shifted between her legs. But he took his time, drawing out her panting breaths, making her wait for it. Her head snapped up, and when her eyes found his, he ran the tip of his finger with taunting slowness up the seam of her soaked pussy.