Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95906 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95906 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
I closed my eyes when Con turned me in his arms so that we were face to face. I felt his thumb beneath my chin, but even as he tipped my head up, I squeezed my eyes shut even more.
“Open them, sweetheart. Please.”
It wasn’t the words that did it.
It was the cracking in Con’s voice as he said them that had me forcing my pained lids open.
“I died a little when you walked out of here,” he whispered. “When I let you go.” Con shook his head almost violently. “Never again, Micah. I’m never letting you go again.” This time, Con was the one to drop his eyes. “If you want out—”
“No!” I cried. “No,” I repeated and then I captured his mouth with mine. Con let out a little half-sob and then he was kissing me back. I could feel his body trembling against mine, proof that he was struggling to keep it together.
For me.
“I love you so much,” I whispered against his lips.
Con nodded and then he was drawing me into his embrace again.
But it wasn’t enough.
“I need you,” I admitted as I began pressing kisses to his chest. He was wearing a T-shirt so I had only so much access to skin, but I could remedy that.
I reached one hand down to search out the hem of the material. I was certain Con was going to try and convince me to rest, but to my surprise, his mouth crashed down on mine as he rolled me onto my back.
I didn’t hesitate to work his shirt up his back. Con stopped kissing me long enough to yank the material off his body and throw it aside, then his mouth was back on mine. His kisses were frantic and needy, traits mirrored by my own body as I tried to get as close to him as I could.
There wasn’t any need for words as we undressed each other between kisses. My hands explored every part of his body, soaking in the perfection of his hot skin. I felt alive and safe as Con shifted me so I was completely beneath him. I moaned when our hard dicks rubbed against one another, but when Con reached between our bodies, presumably to jerk us both off, I grabbed his fingers and pulled his hand up to cover my heart.
“Will you make love to me?” I asked as I held Con’s confused gaze. It took only a few seconds for his expression to change as he realized what I was really asking.
“Are you sure?” he breathed.
I nodded. “I trust you, Con. So much. The things you make me feel… I just…” I shook my head in frustration because no words I could come up with were enough to describe how he made me feel.
“I know, sweetheart,” he whispered and then his mouth was back on mine. I happily gave control of the kiss over to him and when his mouth began to trail over my jaw and down my neck, pressing butterfly kisses to my skin, I closed my eyes and gave over to all the emotions and sensations that began to go through me.
Everything Con did to me were things he’d done before, but somehow each caress, each word of praise spoken felt new. It was like I’d finally given myself over to him completely.
Truth was, that was exactly what I’d done. I hadn’t realized it, but I’d been keeping a part of myself separate from Con because I’d been waiting for that other shoe to drop… the one where Con finally came to his senses and realized I wasn’t worthy of him.
But my doubts about him loving me enough to deal with all the dark shit that was still creeping around in my head were gone.
He did love me.
Me.
As I was.
He wasn’t going anywhere. He’d fight for us and I would do the same. Even if I had to fight my own demons.
I wasn’t letting go.
Ever.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Con
As my mouth moved over Micah’s body, I knew he was different. I could feel it. I could hear it. But best of all, I could see it in his eyes.
From our first sexual encounter, Micah had always been an active participant in our lovemaking, but I’d always sensed this distance between us. I’d never really been able to put my finger on it, but now as Micah’s fingers slid through my hair and his luminous eyes followed my movements, I got it.
Really got it.
He was free.
He was finally free.
Whatever wall he’d put up to protect himself from me and all the men who’d come before me, the ones who’d used him and thrown him away like he was nothing, was gone. It was how I knew he really wanted this.
I would have been content to just have him lie in my arms all night and sleep, but I needed this as badly as he did. While I’d managed to keep my cool most of the night, once we’d reached the safety of my bed and I’d realized how close to losing him I’d come, the dreaded what-ifs had set in.