Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 164533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Pain I could deal with. I’d survived my fair share over the years and come out the other end stronger.
Speaking of survival, seeing her naked had been a struggle. The scars I knew her scumbag ex-husband had left on her had me fighting against out and out fury. I’d almost lost myself to rage, but I’d managed to get past it. Besides, Piotr had gotten back to me with some very interesting information about Jesse Miller. I’d been formulating ideas on how to punish the motherfucker for ever laying a hand on Charli, but it appeared punishment might already be headed his way, and it was all his own doing.
Still, I felt restless like it wasn’t enough. A part of me wanted to stare into the bastard’s eyes and make him pay in person. But Charli didn’t want me stirring up trouble, I knew that, and if everything went in the direction it was currently heading, nothing would touch her. She’d finally be able to rest easy knowing he was truly out of her life for good.
I rested my face in the crook of her neck, nuzzling her earlobe, and a little moan escaped her. “Rhys,” she breathed.
“Hmm?” I inhaled the scent of her skin mixed with her usual coconuts, almonds, and honey. I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of her unique perfume.
“I … I think I might be ready for that next bit now,” she ventured sheepishly.
My mouth curled in a smirk as I decided to tease her and play dumb. “Oh?”
“Um, you know.”
I lifted my head, my smirk intensifying. “Don’t get shy on me now, baby.”
“Rhys,” she whined, and I chuckled low.
“Okay, relax, I got you.”
Still on top of her, I trailed my hand along her ribs and down over her luscious hip before moving to her inner thigh. A small gasp escaped her when I stroked her folds, finding the sweet bundle of nerves between her legs and gently rubbing. Charli bit her lip and threw her head back, a pretty flush spreading across her neck and breasts. I took my time circling her clit in a slow, lazy rhythm and watching how she fell apart beneath me.
I dipped two fingers inside her wet core then a third, and she moaned so loud I expected the neighbours would hear. Didn’t care. No way was I telling her to be quiet. Not when she painted such an erotic picture. I hadn’t even disposed of the condom yet, and I was already getting hard again, so strong was the effect she had on me.
“Oh, God,” she cried as I slid my fingers out, smearing the wetness up her slit before lavishing her clit with more attention. Her hands dug into my shoulders, nails scraping, and I preened, hoping she left marks.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” I told her reverently. “The prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I brought my mouth to her breasts, licking and sucking, working her to a fever pitch. A fresh gush of wetness coated my hand, and I growled, so close to slipping back inside her.
“Rhys!” she cried out, her orgasm landing with an abrupt jerk as her nails dug in deeper, and she held me to her.
“Good girl,” I murmured, still nuzzling her breasts as I took her in, fascinated by every little tremor and tremble.
“Ah, hell,” she whined, all flushed and sweaty. “I really like it when you say that.”
I smiled up at her and quirked an eyebrow. “Noted.”
She laughed, the sound cutting right through to my heart, which seemed to be thumping in time with hers. Almost every part of our bodies was connected, and I could feel her pulse pounding through my skin. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I flipped us so she was on top of me. “My turn,” I murmured huskily, suddenly understanding why she’d wanted me to lay on her. It felt good to have her body mould itself to mine, so much that I could scarcely tell where I ended and she began.
Capturing her lips, I kissed her with an endless fervour.
***
We didn’t leave my house for the rest of the day. Neither of us was interested in going anywhere, and when night fell and Charli’s phone rang with a call from Jo wondering when she’d be home, she acted like an embarrassed teenager explaining that she was staying with a friend and wouldn’t be back that night. Jo must’ve suspected she was with me because she didn’t ask too many questions, which Charli seemed both relieved and perturbed about.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as she ran a hand through her hair after ending the call.
“Nothing. She just sounded way too giddy, so I think she knows.”
“Jo loves you. If she sounds giddy, then it means she must be happy you’re getting out there,” I teased.
“Right, but as soon as I arrive home tomorrow, she’s going to grill me. Then she’ll probably report back to my mom. Oh, why is this so mortifying?”