Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
She let him slide from her lips, sucking hard one more time, and looked up at him.
Then Dane said the thing that could have made the moment fall completely apart. “If I know my butler, he’s left a necessary little packet somewhere around here for us.”
But she wouldn’t let the necessities ruin anything, and she stood then, went up on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck. “I’m on the pill.” She didn’t explain it helped her cramps. “I don’t need the little packet if you don’t.”
He looked at her with eyes such a vivid blue she thought he could see all the way to her marrow. To her heart.
“I haven’t been on a date since you went on family leave,” he said. “I couldn’t. Not while you were dealing with everything. All I could think about was you. That’s why I called you on video chat all the time. So there’s been no one else for so long. I want to feel all of you. And I want you to feel all of me.”
Her heart burst wide open. She hadn’t wanted to think he’d been out there dating nameless, faceless women while she’d sat by her uncle’s bedside. And she’d savored every one of those nightly video chats.
“Then don’t make me wait another second,” she whispered against his lips.
He twisted then and fell back on the bed with her on top, his skin caressing her from breast to thigh.
“I feel like I’ve done this a thousand times,” she told him. “Every night in my dreams.”
He tangled his fingers in her hair. “In my dreams, it was just me inside you and nothing between us.” Then he pulled her down for his kiss, that unique combined taste—him, her—filling her up.
She wanted to taste it for the rest of her life.
He let her go, whispering, “Take me. All of me. Please.”
Looking into the ocean-blue depths of his eyes, into the flames burning there, she felt as if the words meant so much more than just the physical. They offered up his heart and his soul too.
And she took him.
* * *
She came down on him, taking him deep. And he felt as though she was the home he’d always longed for.
He groaned as she threw her head back, letting out a long, low moan of need and pleasure.
Then she leaned forward, bracing her hands on the bed, her lips only inches from his, her hair falling over him, her breath sweetly bathing him. “I want slow. Real slow. Until I need it fast.”
“Take me any way you want me.”
He wondered if he’d always been the one to take, if he’d never given. Except that one night with her. How could he have been so blind? But maybe that was why this joining was so precious. Because it had taken so long to get here. Because he’d dreamed away the last twelve years.
And now she was real. This was real.
The short glide she performed on him was enough to drive him completely out of his mind. He wanted his hands on her hips, wanted to slam into her, to roll her beneath him and thrust so deep they both saw stars.
Yet, even more, he needed whatever way she chose.
As she rolled her hips on him, she moaned, her eyes drifting closed as she lost herself in the pleasure. The slow ride was exactly what her body craved. She tensed around him, released, again and again. And threatened to blow off the top of his skull.
“That is so good,” she said in a voice he’d only ever heard once, that night, in the throes of her passion.
He wanted to hear that voice forever.
Eyes closed, she whimpered, chanted, “Oh, oh, oh.”
His gut knew what would make this even better. Reaching between them, he put his finger on the tight button between her legs. And he stroked her.
The chanting stopped, taken over by groans of exquisite pleasure and of her desire for him. Only him. He knew it, felt it in every clamp of her body around him.
Her legs began to quiver, and her arms, supporting her on the bed, trembled. Her eyes scrunched closed, and her breath fell in sharp gasps from her lips.
He remembered those sounds. He’d heard them every night for twelve years. And he remembered how excruciatingly good that night had felt. Yet now, with all his senses heightened, he felt every vibration of her body, her tension rising, dragging him with her. His own blastoff was so close, it took every ounce of willpower to hold off, to wait for her. This was altogether different from before, so much more—the slip-slide of her against him, on him, the way she gripped him so tightly, the way she lost herself in ecstasy.
She bowed her head, puffed out her breath, fast, harsh. Then she cried out as her body clamped down on him. He felt her orgasm as if it were his own. With barely a rational thought, he rolled her to her back, pulled her legs up around his waist, and pounded into her. Her whole body vibrated, her beautiful rose-gold hair flying across her face, her mouth open, gasping out her satisfaction in two words. “Don’t stop.” Then three more. “Please don’t stop.”