Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
She cried out, her body spasming. “Oh God. More. Harder.”
He replaced his thumb with the heel of one hand, and her climax took hold, and from a distance, she heard herself chanting. “Oh God, oh God, Sam, yes. Yes.”
Her womb contracted while his finger kept up the delicious pulsing inside her. His whole hand worked her sex, and wave after wave of pure pleasure crashed against her body.
It was the most amazing orgasm she’d ever experienced. On and on, the sensation went until she collapsed, spent, against the mattress.
She heard the crinkling of a condom wrapper, thanked her lucky stars he was prepared, and then the head of his erection pressed against her wet heat.
She forced her eyelids open and met his gaze just as he thrust deep and filled her, thick and hard, pausing to give her time to adjust. Time in which she felt him completely, and to her shock, her arousal rose again from the sensation of him throbbing inside her.
Her eyes opened wide in amazement. She was barely a mini-one-orgasm girl. From the aftershocks still rocking her body to the new sensations building again, Sam was surpassing anything in her admittedly limited experience.
He braced his hands on either side of her head and began to move, sliding in and out, his hot gaze never leaving hers. Another thing that was different—by looking at her as if he could see into her soul, he increased the heat, the urgency, the intimacy of their joining.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he ordered.
Knowing her eyes were still wide with wonder, she did as he asked, and suddenly, he was harder and rooted farther in her body. Even better, the position provided more friction to her clit, and she began the slow, steady climb once more.
When he pulled out and pushed back in deep, he hit that place inside only he’d ever found. She moaned and clenched around him.
“Damn, you feel so good,” he said. “So warm, wet, and tight.” With those words, he picked up the perfect movement that synchronized their bodies and drove her higher.
Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. He groaned his approval and pumped his hips faster until she saw stars behind and in front of her eyes, the pleasure so beyond anything in her world that once again, her orgasm hit without warning.
“That’s it, come for me,” he said, and the ripples and waves of pleasure continued, finally cresting.
“Sam!”
His name on her lips triggered his release, and he pumped into her once, twice, and on the third time, his groan vibrated through her body, which was just beginning to come down from her climax.
She held on to him as he came, aware that this wasn’t the tepid sex she’d had before. This was explosive, and it could get addicting. What scared her most of all? So, she feared, could he.
* * *
Tyler paced the small room he was renting at the Serendipity Inn, which, in reality, was a large colonial that the owners had remodeled into a bed-and-breakfast. The floral decor and the warm colors were soothing at a time he felt anything but. Macy had been right when she said he’d be comfortable here.
Hell, she’d been right about a lot of things, including the fact that Nicole meant what she said and wasn’t coming home to him anytime soon. The thought should bother him more than it did, but instead of focusing on Nicole, he couldn’t stop thinking about Macy.
Something about the dark-haired woman was appealing, and it wasn’t that she looked a little like Nicole. Macy Donovan was a force of nature, a gorgeous woman who wasn’t intimidated by anyone, who said what she thought and did what she wanted. He admired her a lot.
Unfortunately, he was also extremely attracted to her. But he didn’t have the luxury of acting on it. Indulging in anything beyond friendship with Macy was something he could not afford. Even if he had gone to bed thinking of her instead of Nicole, the woman he was trying to win back as his fiancée.
He’d been shocked to feel the stirrings of desire for Macy when he’d been so convinced he and Nicole were meant to be. But meeting Macy had forced him to reevaluate Nicole’s breakup words—maybe she had a point about there being no fireworks after all. With Macy, her quick wit, and her ability to force him to do what she wanted, there were sparks aplenty.
How had his life gotten so out of control? Tyler ran a hand through his short hair. Not long ago, he’d thought everything was perfect. The family investment firm was doing well, him due to take over when his father and Nicole’s retired. And Tyler had been engaged to the woman he’d been in love with for what felt like forever. It turned out he’d been living in complete denial.