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)
The sound of our skin slapping together echoes around the room and . . . fuck.
Perspiration dusts my skin as he uses me.
His body is taking what it needs from mine, and I’ve never done this before.
This isn’t sex.
This is an experience that every woman should have at least once in her life.
“Ohhh,” he moans as his grip on my ankles gets harder, his pumps deeper, rougher. “That’s it,” he whispers. “Milk me,” he whispers. “Give it to me.”
I clench as hard as I can, and his eyes roll back in his head. He surges forward and holds himself deep. I feel the telling jerk of his cock as he comes deep inside my body.
The husky moan that leaves his body is a heavenly sound, and I smile up at the ceiling as angels sing in the distance.
I want to bottle this feeling, put a bookmark in time to come back to.
He falls down onto me, panting hard into the crook of my neck, and I hold him close.
We’re both struggling for air, and intimacy is swimming between us.
I get a lump in my throat as I cling to him like my life depends on it.
I don’t know what that was . . . but I’m officially ruined.
Blake
I lie in the darkness and stare at the sleeping woman beside me.
Reeling from the events of tonight.
A vision runs through my mind of the two of us rolling around in the sheets.
The sound of her moans, the feeling in me . . . I’ve never . . . I swallow the lump in my throat as I try to process what the hell is going on here.
I knew we’d be good together mentally, but physically—I had no idea the level of connection we would reach. I mean, I’d heard people talk about it . . . but I always thought it was impossible.
Implausible, even utterly ridiculous.
And yet I lie here completely confused, because for the first time in my life, I’m sure.
Not just sure, I’m sold. I’m positive. This is a done deal . . . and as terrifying as this is, there’s not a single doubt in my mind.
Rebecca’s the one.
Chapter 19
“So . . .” Antony raises his eyebrows. “How was it?”
“It was . . .” I smile dreamily. There are no words that accurately describe it.
We’re at the mall. I need to pick up a few things, and then we’re grabbing a quick lunch before I go away. The boys want a debrief of last night.
“So . . . ,” Henley prompts me again.
“It was . . .” I put my hands in my pockets. “Incredible. She is . . .” I smile into the distance like a lovestruck schoolboy. “Seriously fucking wow.”
“Look at you being all pathetic-like.” Ant smiles as he slaps me on the back. “Good for you.”
Henley gives me a halfhearted smile. “That’s great, man.”
“What’s that look?” I ask as we get to the toiletries section.
“What look?” he asks.
“Yeah, I noticed that look too,” Antony chimes in. “What’s the problem?”
“I don’t have a problem,” Henley grumbles. “What are we looking for here?”
“I need a new toiletries bag.” My eyes roam over the section. “I don’t see a toiletries bag, but I do see something I need.” I pick up a basket and walk over and take a bottle of lubricant off the shelf and throw it in.
“What’s this for?” Antony digs it out of the basket and holds it in his hands as he looks it over.
“Overusage.” I hold the basket out for him. “Put it back.”
He inspects the bottle. “I never get why it’s called lubricant and not lubricunt.”
“That’s a very good point.” I smirk. “You should do a start-up.”
“I’d buy it,” Henley replies as he picks up some talcum powder and looks at it for a beat longer than normal.
“What?”
“This is the one Dad used.”
I snatch it off him and throw it in my basket. “I’m buying it for you.”
“I don’t have sweaty balls.”
“I beg to differ.” I look around the store. “Where the hell are the toiletries bags?”
“Why do you need a new toiletries bag? Don’t you have a ton of them, like everyone else?”
“I want a new one.” I keep looking around. “I’m doing everything new from here on out.” I pick up some deodorant and throw it into my basket. We look around some more.
“What time do you leave?”
“Flight’s at three.” I smile. “I can hardly wait to get there.”
Antony smiles. “I like you like this.”
“Calm down, Romeo.” Henley sighs, unimpressed. “It’s been one night.”
“One perfect night,” I correct him.
“I think he’s been with enough women to know if something feels right,” Antony replies. “The entire romantic world isn’t doom and gloom, you know, Hen?” He throws his hands up. “What are you talking about, anyway? Look at you and Juliet. I mean, if you found someone to love your grumpy ass as much as she does, that proves there is definitely hope for the two of us. And now . . . with the baby coming.” He squeezes Henley’s traps and shakes his shoulders. “Big Daddy.”