Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
This feels intimate and special, not what I imagined at all.
I can feel his erection growing against my behind, and his breath quivers with arousal. “I need you here,” he breathes into my ear as his finger slides in deep.
“I . . .” My eyes roll back in my head. “I have . . .” His finger gets stronger, and my leg lifts by itself to give him better access. Fuck, that feels good.
“I’ve never done it before,” I whisper.
He stills.
I close my eyes in shame. I’m so inexperienced compared to him that it’s just embarrassing.
He turns my head and kisses me. It’s deep and erotic. “Can we . . .” His lips take mine with reverence, and damn it, I want this.
I want to be closer to him. I want to give him everything that I am.
I nod, and he smiles against my lips. He reaches over to the bedside table, and I hear the click of the lid on the lube and feel him fussing around.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Taking my piercing out.”
Oh . . . fuck, this is actually happening. My arousal begins to dissipate as fear takes me over.
His lips drop to my neck again, and he rubs his fingers together to warm the lube up before smearing it over me. His fingers suddenly glide over my skin with ease. “That’s it.”
He repositions my body so that I’m lying on my side. “You okay like that?” he whispers. “I need you to stay relaxed, just like this, okay?”
I nod, although I’m not really sure I can.
To the sound of the ocean crashing on the shore, he takes his time. Together we lie here in our very own cocoon, just the two of us in a perfect intimacy bubble.
For a long time, we lie just like this. His finger works me. His slow, tender kiss makes me forget that I am a mere mortal. Because this feels heavenly.
Being here with him, giving this to him . . . my body shudders, and fuck, I’m going to come. “I need you now,” I breathe against his lips.
“Shhh,” he whispers. “Little bit more.” He adds another finger and then another, and I feel the stretch. “Breathe,” he reminds me.
Fuck . . .
My eyes roll back in my head at the sensation.
I lie here totally at his mercy, and I think that’s what’s turning me on so much. He has full control over me.
He nudges my entrance and turns my head and kisses me as he slides in.
His body meets resistance, and a sharp sting hits me.
“Owww,” I whimper into his mouth.
“It’s okay.” He kisses me again over my shoulder. “Relax, baby, let me in.” His hand is on my hip bone as he guides my body onto his, holding me in place for him to take me. He surges forward again, and pain sears through my senses. “I don’t think . . .”
“Shhh.” He pushes in harder as he pulls my body back onto his, and we break through the barrier, and he slides all the way home.
My vision nearly blacks out at the sensation, and I feel him smile against my cheek.
“I love you,” he whispers.
Oh . . .
My eyes well with tears, and I put my hand up to his face. “I love you,” I murmur as I turn to kiss him.
Our kiss is tender and intimate. A celebration of us.
So much love is in this room, and I never knew it could be like this.
My life mistakes all flash before me, and now I know the reason for everything.
We belong together. Everything I’ve been through was so that I could be here, doing this with him.
For the first time in my life, I feel complete.
The headlights light up the houses as we pull onto Kingston Lane.
Only six days ago we left, and yet here I am returning, feeling like a completely different person. Something happened in Cancún.
I left an insecure divorcée. I’ve returned as a woman who is blissfully in love.
When Blake and I . . . I smirk as I remember how hot it was, taking that extra step in our intimacy . . . my remaining walls came down.
I cannot deny it any longer. I am irrevocably and hopelessly in love with Blake Grayson.
He’s strong yet gentle, sweet yet sarcastic. Intelligent and funny.
Sexy and . . . my heart swells.
Who am I kidding. He’s everything.
“We sleeping at my house or yours?” Blake’s eyes flick over to me. There isn’t a question that we aren’t spending the night together.
“Well, we have to put your car away in the garage, so I guess at yours.” I shrug.
He smiles wistfully, and I have to wonder if he’s having the same inner thoughts that I am.
How did we get here?
Gratitude washes over me for this beautiful man, and I lean over and kiss his face as he drives. I cover him in baby kisses all over, and he laughs as he tries to swat me away. “Stop it, or I’m dropping you at home.” He acts grumpy.