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)
He frowns when he sees me. “Rebecca.”
“Hi, Blake.”
He glances up the hallway. “What are you doing here?”
“Can I come in?”
His eyes hold mine for an extended beat before he moves to the side, granting me access to walk past him into his apartment. My eyes roam around his apartment. It’s dated but nice, nothing like his extravagant house at home.
“I’ll ask you again, Rebecca, what are you doing here?”
“You came to my hotel last night.”
A frown flashes across his face.
“But you didn’t come to my room. Why?”
“I thought better of it.”
“Why?”
“I didn’t want to see you.”
“But that doesn’t make sense. Why did you come if you didn’t want to see me?”
His fists are clenched at his sides. “It doesn’t matter now.”
“It matters to me, Blake. Why did you come to my hotel?”
“To get closure.”
“On us?”
“What else would I be getting closure on, Rebecca?”
We stare at each other, and it’s the weirdest thing. He’s so familiar, but at the same time, he feels like a stranger.
So much water has passed under the bridge between us that I’m not sure the raft is even still afloat.
“Blake.” The nerves in my stomach are pumping so hard that I can hardly form a sentence. “I came to New York because I love you. And I want to beg for a second chance.”
“Bec, don’t.”
My eyes search his. “Is there any chance for us at all?”
“No.”
“Not even one percent? Because one percent would be great.”
“I care for you, Rebecca; I’ll always care for you.”
“But you don’t love me anymore?” I whisper.
“Life isn’t as black and white as you would wish sometimes.”
“Blake, I was broken when we were together, and I didn’t know it at the time. I was insecure and blaming myself for so many things that had gone wrong in my life. It wasn’t until you left me that I realized just how dysfunctional I was.”
His eyes hold mine.
“I love you, and I know that you probably don’t even need me anymore or think about me anymore or . . . I just want you to know that . . . you are my grand love,” I whisper. “You were the person that I was supposed to spend my life with. And I know that I’ve ruined it, but I just think you should know that.”
He exhales softly. “Bec,” he whispers.
“You want closure?”
“I need closure.”
“Then kiss me goodbye.”
His eyes search mine.
“Please, Blake, kiss me goodbye just once. You want closure, so then we need to say goodbye to each other, because the way we ended before was just so sudden and so traumatic.”
He nods softly. “It was.”
I step toward him, and he stands his ground.
“All stories have a kiss goodbye, Blake.”
He cups my face with his hand, and he looks so sad as I stare up at him. “Kiss me and make it better,” I murmur.
“It’s only going to make it worse.”
“I’ll worry about that tomorrow.”
In slow motion, he bends, and his lips softly take mine. My eyes close at the intimacy of his touch. We kiss again, and this time, his tongue slowly slides through my lips.
Oh.
I’ve missed this. I’ve missed everything about this.
Our kiss deepens further; it becomes desperate. So much pain between us, and yet this kiss is a beacon of light in a very dark sea.
“Bec,” he murmurs against my lips, “you need to go.”
“I can’t. Don’t you see? We need this. Even if we aren’t going to be together anymore, we need to finish this. Don’t we owe it to ourselves to have one last time?”
He stares at me, and my eyes fill with tears. “I know you don’t feel the same about me as I feel about you,” I whisper. “I don’t deserve for you to. But everything in my soul is telling me that you need this as much as I do.”
“I do,” he whispers.
Our kiss turns desperate as his hands grab my behind and grind me onto his hardened cock. He falls back onto the couch and pulls me over the top of him, my legs straddled over his.
We kiss as if our lives depend on it, hungry and desperate.
A reminder of all that we’ve missed.
He grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it up over my head and throws it to the side. Suddenly I’m in my underwear with my legs spread around his and his hard cock nudging up against my sex.
Yes.
I take his T-shirt over his head, and I’m blessed with the sight of his broad, muscular body.
Oh lord . . . how I’ve missed this.
I slide his tracksuit pants down, and his huge cock springs free. It’s engorged, with a thick vein running down the length of it.
I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
My eyes linger on his manhood, half in disbelief.
You really don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone.
I fall to the floor and take him into my mouth; the taste of his salty pre-ejaculate is like honey on my lips. He inhales sharply as his hands tangle in my hair.