Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“See. The pain is already over. Now you can enjoy the rest.”
Everything about this—the feel of him, his weight pressing me against the mattress, the heat of his breath, his soft grunts each time he sinks as deep as he can—is all so overwhelming. Thoughts and sensations overlap, fighting for my attention. All I know is it feels good, so good I don’t want it to ever end. I don’t want to ever wake up from this. Not when my body feels so alive, not when I feel so free.
“Leni…” He sounds nothing like the Colt I know, who would never whisper my name so helplessly like he’s just as lost as I am. This is the dream version of Colt, the Colt I wish he was.
“Yes, Colt. Yes.” He starts to move faster, and I want that, too, and I moan my encouragement. The heat is building again, the tension, and my pussy starts to tighten with every deep, driving thrust. I have no choice but to give myself over to it, to focus every fiber of my being on what’s about to happen.
“Come for me,” he grunts. “Come for me again.” There’s no way not to do what he says because my body is already so close to the edge, a little closer every time he grinds against my clit, and every time he fills me up. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to, and I don’t want to. Even if it’s only happening in my head.
“I think… I think I’m… oh god!” And then everything explodes, and it’s unreal, the way wave after wave of unbelievable bliss rolls through me, starting at my core and rippling out until my entire body sings with pleasure. I want to hold him close, but I still can’t make myself move much—not that it matters because, a moment later, he pulls away and comes across my stomach.
Whatever happened to make me dream that, I want it to happen again. “Wow,” I whisper. I think I hear him chuckling softly but can’t be sure. I’m already sinking back into the darkness, and I don’t want to. I want to savor this. I want to ride out the sweet aftershocks for as long as I can. I don’t want it to go away.
My eyes are forced open when I feel something warm on my stomach again. He’s standing over me, looking peaceful. Satisfied. Mirroring my own feelings. He’s even smiling a little, his sexy dimples showing as he wipes me with a washcloth. I lick my parched lips and try to find the words, but I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to feel. I have no idea where this is coming from. Why would my mind make this shit up?
“Now you go to sleep,” he whispers, draping a blanket over me, covering me up to my shoulders. I think I feel him stroking the hair back from my face, but I’m not sure. That can’t be possible. None of this is possible. I’m so lonely and so desperate for kindness that I’ve resorted to dreaming about it.
“Why can’t you be this nice to me in real life?” I whisper. My eyelids are so heavy I can’t keep them open anymore.
“Don’t worry about that, love bug. Just sleep.” Something warm and soft brushes against my forehead.
Did he just kiss me? It feels like it, and I could laugh at myself for being so pitiful, so needy. Instead, I give up struggling to make sense of what just happened in favor of allowing myself to let go and drift away.
CHAPTER 13
Damn. I feel like a truck ran over me. My eyelids are so heavy I can barely lift them. It’s like somebody put scotch tape over them. When I do manage to get them open, the light streaming into my room only makes me flinch as my head starts to pound. I quickly squeeze my lids shut again.
Note to self: no champagne with painkillers. Maybe no champagne anymore, ever. That might be a smarter idea.
Shit. Today is the wedding. I’m not going to be able to lie around in bed much longer. I’m surprised Mom hasn’t already come in and demanded to know why I’m still in bed. I had better get moving before she does because I’m not sure I could handle her shouting at me when my head already feels like it’s in a vise.
I start to throw the blankets back, an old trick I learned for getting my ass out of bed back when I was training both before and after school, sometimes waking up as early as four in the morning to make it to the gym. I don’t miss those cold, dark mornings, but they taught me a lesson. The sooner I’m not so comfortable, the less reason I have to burrow deeper in the bed and fall asleep again.