Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
“That’s so you will never forget our first time together.”
And before she could say a word, she felt him drive into her and, oh my God, did it feel fantastic!
She grabbed onto his muscled arms and held tight as he drove her to heights of unadulterated passion. Thought wasn’t possible, breathing was rapid, and what she felt was indescribably beautiful.
Then she climaxed.
Lara didn’t think she could scream that loud or long, but then she never climaxed like that before, never thought it was even possible. It was beyond mind-blowing, beyond believable as wave after wave quivered her body senseless.
What sent even more quivers through her was watching Michael come, his head tossed back and a long groan spilling from his lips as he drove in and out of her until he finally finished, collapsing on top of her.
She kept her arms around him, loving the feel of their bodies plastered against each other, as if they were forever joined. And she never wanted to let him go.
Michael eased out of her arms onto his back and pulled her to rest against him. “I hope the snowstorm lasts longer than predicted, for I want you to myself for as long as possible, though I fear my thirst for you is far too great to ever quench.”
“You quenched my thirst ever so,” —she smiled, though scrunched her brow— “now that I think of it, I’m sure I’ll be thirsty again soon.”
He laughed and hugged her against him.
A chill took hold of her, and she shivered.
He was quick to pull the sheet and quilt over them and to her surprise he eased her away from him.
“Something wrong?” she asked.
“You’ve lost some of your body heat to me and I don’t want to draw anymore from you until you warm up, so my body will be cold to the touch and only make you colder.”
Lara closed the short distance between them and wrapped herself around him. “Cold or not, I don’t care. I love being in your arms and want to be there as long as possible.”
Forever would do.
How did one slap a hand over her mind to stop it from thinking? Besides, why was she even thinking that?
“And I love having you in my arms.”
She dared not think about the many things she wished she could say to him for fear of him hearing her. She wondered if he could feel how content she was at this moment. She smiled and looked at him. “Thank you for the best sex I’ve ever had.”
He grinned. “Oh, sweetheart, the best sex is yet to come.”
CHAPTER 10
Lara woke hungry, though this time for food. She didn’t know if she’d been sleeping only a few minutes or hours. All she knew was that she was hungry, a post-condition of sex. It never failed; sex always left her stomach growling.
She sighed when she realized she lay on her side hugging the edge of the bed, another post-condition of sex. It was almost as if she was trying to get away from the guy she had just slept with, but she hadn’t felt that way about Michael, so why was she hugging the edge of the bed? Habit no doubt.
She turned slowly not wanting to disturb Michael if he was sleeping, which he was and she smiled. He was such a gorgeous man and thoughtful, two qualities that would make for a great husband. But there was that one snag...he was a vampire.
Her stomach reminded her of why she had woken and as quietly as possible she slipped out of bed. She grabbed Michael’s black sweatshirt off the chaise, slipped it on, and hurried out of the room. Thankfully the lights were on in the hall, and she sped down it, a smile spreading wide when she made it to the stairs without the lights going out.
With her stomach grumbling much too loudly, she made her way to the kitchen and flipped on the lights. It was still dark outside, and she looked to the microwave clock to see the time, 6:05. Sunrise wasn’t for another hour. She did look out the window to see if it was still snowing, but it was difficult to see anything with it still being dark. Besides, she didn’t want to think of leaving Michael, at least not just yet.
She went to the fridge and gathered the makings for a spinach and mushroom omelet and got busy. She also put the kettle on, dying for a cup of tea. She chopped and beat and hummed to herself, since her singing was so horrible that she couldn’t even stand listening to it.
She turned the boiling tea water down when the kettle began to whistle and was about to start cooking her omelet when she turned and saw Michael standing in the doorway. He wore sweatpants that matched his sweatshirt she was wearing. His hair was rumpled, making him look sexier than he already was, however, the spark of red in his eyes worried her.