Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
I grin. “Good. That’s how I like you.”
I step out of the tub, wrapping up in my towel and padding barefoot back into the cabin, not even the sight of Tater Tot lurking in the shadows like a creepy little fur potato voyeur is enough to cool my excitement for the night ahead.
So, a groundhog watched our first time? So what?
Next time, we’re going to be all alone, nothing but Seven and me and the fire warm on our skin and two whole days of magic stretching out in front of us.
It’ll be enough to change his mind.
I believe that—I have to believe it, because the thought of living the rest of my life without that man’s body wrapped around mine isn’t okay.
Not even close.
Chapter 14
SEVEN
My first thought when I wake up with Binx spooned against me is that this is probably the dumbest decision I’ve ever made.
I’m going to regret every second of these few stolen days with her as soon as we get home.
By this time next week, I’ll be kicking myself, wishing I had no idea how good it feels to wake up with her in my bed, to be buried inside her sweetness.
But right now?
Fuck… I’m happy.
The happiest I’ve been in longer than I can remember.
“Again?” she murmurs, laughter in her voice as I wake her with my hand down the front of her panties and my erection nudging the small of her back.
We were at it until one in the morning last night, transitioning from her riding me in front of the fireplace to writhing together between the sheets, but the lack of sleep has done nothing to take the edge off my need for her.
“I mean, we could wait until after breakfast,” I say, kissing her neck, marveling at the softness of her skin. She feels like rose petals under my lips, so soft and sexy. “If you’re too tired and need fuel.”
“I’m never too tired for you inside me,” she says, reaching back to rub my cock through my boxer briefs, making me groan. “I was dreaming about you all night.”
“Yeah? Anything you’d like for me to make a reality?” I ask as she rolls over, pressing a kiss to my bare chest that sends warmth surging through my entire body.
She’s so damned sweet, and so perfectly filthy, a fact she proves by whispering, “I’ve never had anyone finger my ass while they were inside me before. But I’ve heard it’s pretty great.”
“That’s a dream I can absolutely make come true,” I promise her, before stripping off her pajamas. Flannel goes flying into the air and then her panties are down her thighs and I’m back where I belong.
It’s a dangerous thought—this is only a stolen moment, nothing more—but I can’t deny how right it feels to guide her legs over my shoulders and cradle her ass in my hands as I devour her pussy. She tastes like hope and secrets and white water roaring through a mountain pass and when she comes on my face, I groan and relish the rush of her on my lips like a baptism.
Seconds later, I’m inside her, grinding into her pulsing heat as I tell her how beautiful she is, how fucking sexy. She clings to me, trembling with aftershocks from her first orgasm as I glide my hand through the slickness on her thighs, guiding it back to ease the passage of my finger as I tease into the tight ring of her ass.
“Oh, wow. Yeah, that feels amazing,” she murmurs, shivering as she wraps her arms tighter around my neck. Her teeth rake across my throat as she bite-kisses me, murmuring, “More. I can take more.”
“Greedy woman,” I say, but I love it. I love how hungry she is for me, how she craves wild, primal fucking as much as I do.
How she abandons herself to me, giving me her trust without holding back.
I never want to betray that trust. I tell myself that I won’t, that she’s the one who suggested this particular breed of farewell, and she’s a woman who knows her own mind. But as she comes, her body pulsing around my finger and my cock with a ferocity that leaves me no choice but to bury myself deep and empty my balls in this gorgeous woman, I’m not sure.
“I never want to hurt you,” I whisper against her cheek as we catch our breath.
She reaches up, pressing her finger to my lips. “Don’t be silly. Your finger isn’t that big. That was incredible by the way.”
I pull back, gazing down into her face. She looks…determined. There’s little doubt in my mind that she’s deliberately misunderstanding me, but still, I feel obligated to say, “You know that’s not what I meant.”
“I know,” she says briskly. “But I’m fine, I promise. I’m fine now, and I’ll be fine in the future.” She exhales a soft laugh, a smile curving her lips as she adds, “I mean, I think I will. Assuming you feed me soon. I’m starving. I’m not used to this much cardio before breakfast.”