Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
"We have unfinished business," I growl before diving between her legs and tasting her sweet essence. She writhes beneath me, begging for more as I use my tongue to explore every inch of her engorged core.
I am relentless, punishing in my pursuit of pleasure. And each time I catch a glimpse of her gaze, my heart flutters with the realization that being without her is unbearable. We've waited long enough.
My need for her consumes me every moment we’re apart.
"I need you," I declare as I pick her up and carry her into the cabin, up the stairs, and directly to our bed. I press myself against her and claim her lips in a passionate kiss. "I want to be inside this precious body of yours."
"Please," she begs. "Hurry."
I groan with desire. "Are you ready for me?"
"Yes," she pants.
"I love how your body responds to mine, how it molds to my touch and how your moans drive me wild. Your body never lies to me."
I slide the button of my jeans and free my aching cock. The tip is already leaking, aching for her tightness around me. I stroke myself, controlling the tingling sensation that spreads through my shaft at the mere look in her eyes. "You can't do that to me, sweetheart. It gets me so hard it barely fits," I say with a playful grin. Memories of how tight her sweet pussy feels flood my mind as I trail my fingers down her breasts, reveling in the way her nipples harden under my touch. I press my lips to hers, tasting her moans as I slip inside her.
She's never made those sweet little pants for anyone else but me. "God, I could lose myself in you," I whisper as my fingers dance between her thighs. Suddenly, all I want is to satisfy this woman's every need for the rest of my days.
"Oh, Knox, I can't hold it anymore–" Her cries fill the room as she breaks into a thousand beautiful pieces beneath me. Her orgasm tightens around my cock, sending waves of pleasure through every inch of me until I lose control and spill my seed deep inside her warmth.
Her hands find my face as our breathless bodies try to recover from this intense moment. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me," I tell her before nuzzling at the flesh between her breasts. After pulling out of her with one slow movement, I tuck her into my arms and catch her ear with my lips as I whisper, "I'm gonna hop in the shower and then make you a midnight snack that'll knock your socks off."
"I think you've already done a helluva job taking off my pants," she says with a hint of distance in her voice that wasn't there before.
"My life's goal is to get into your pants as often as possible, Petal. And I think we've established that already."
Chapter Fifteen
Perry
The sunlight dips low the next day, casting long shadows across the cabin porch where Knox and I sit side by side. The air smells like pine and sun-warmed earth, the mountain quiet except for the rustle of leaves in the distance. I nestle closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body seep into mine. His hand rests over mine, our fingers lazily intertwined, and it feels like this moment has been a long time coming, like everything we’ve built—slow and steady, despite the bumps along the way—has led us here.
Knox presses a kiss to my temple, and I close my eyes, savoring the rough but gentle feel of his lips against my skin. “You okay, Petal?” he murmurs, his voice gravelly, a sound that always stirs something deep inside me.
I smile, turning my head slightly to meet his eyes. “I’m perfect,” I reply, and I mean it. “This feels... right.”
He chuckles softly, and I can feel the vibration of his laugh against my cheek. “It better feel right,” he teases, his tone playful but with that undercurrent of sincerity he can never fully mask. “I’ve worked damn hard to get here, you know.”
I laugh, shifting so I’m facing him, pulling our hands to rest in my lap. “We worked hard to get here,” I correct him. “Together.”
His lips twitch into a smile, and he nods.
We fall into comfortable silence again, the late afternoon sun casting everything in a soft, golden light. I glance over at the truck, gleaming in the sunlight like a brand new penny. It’s hard to believe that was once the rusted, broken-down heap my grandpa left me. Now, it’s as good as new. No, better. It’s a reminder of the way things can change—how something that seems beyond repair can be restored if you just put in the work.
Knox follows my gaze, his expression thoughtful. “We did that too,” he says, nodding toward the truck. “Made something new out of something old.”