Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
He grunts something that doesn’t quite sound like agreement, but when I hop up and down a couple times, he runs his tongue over his top teeth and his nostrils flare on a deep breath.
“See?” I turn my palms up on a shrug. “All better. Hundred percent.”
His hand rises to his neck as he squeezes and scratches for a moment, and I hear the bristling of his beard under his fingers. He could be from another time. A time traveling wild outlaw...with mad baking skills.
There’s a tug in my gut, an invisible cord drawing me forward. I tiptoe around the sofa, and even in the low light I see his body tense as I come closer, wondering again if I’m off my nut and misreading what I think is lust in his eyes, but maybe it’s just irritation or bad Chinese food.
“What are you doing?” He grits out, his jaw muscle standing out harder with each word as I come well into his personal space, so close I can feel the heat of his body and see the curls of brown hair on his chest where the red, blue and brown flannel shirt is unbuttoned.
“I’m not entirely sure.” I answer in complete honesty. “I just feel like I want to be closer to you.”
Another grunt and I crane my neck to look into his face, my chin barely at his chest level. “You don’t want me so close?” I manage half teasing, trying to hide my own uncertainty.
He shakes his head and his shoulders are so wide they look like they could balance a Mini Cooper.
“You should be careful.” His voice rumbles around me.
“Why, are you going to hurt me?” I half whisper, lighting my hand on the collar of his shirt which elicits a painful groan from him.
“I would never hurt you.” He grits out as I move both hands to the thick of his biceps, which are granite under my fingers.
I watch him swallow as he brings a hand upward between our bodies, to my shock wrapping it around my throat. Fear and excitement war inside of me. He could end my life with one quick movement, but the danger only drenches my panties and makes my clit tingle.
“Never?” I whisper, the weight of his hand startling. The power of him is intoxicating.
“I don’t hurt what is mine.” The words tangle inside of me, somewhere between my heart and my desire. “I hurt what hurts what is mine.”
I open my mouth, but no words find form as his hand tightens, forcing me to gasp for air as he leans down, his lips devouring me in a kiss that rocks me to my core.
His words echo inside my head as the intensity of the kiss seems to melt my bones and my hands move instinctively, gripping the flannel fabric covering his upper arms to hold myself upright. It’s not just a kiss, not that I have anything to compare it to, but his tongue slips between my lips and I feel consumed.
Thoughts evaporate. My mind goes blank. His hands move over me, releasing my throat but slipping down my back, pressing me forward as he shifts his hips into my belly.
He tastes like the wild forest, his beard rough on my face, his tongue glancing mine as I figure out how to kiss him back, my heart punching its way through my chest as I squeeze my legs together.
I couldn’t have just met him hours ago. I couldn’t.
Because this, this kiss, feels like forever.
6
Mathias
THE MOMENT OUR LIPS touched, the urgency to be inside of her became a raging animal and the civilized parts of me began to fall away.
For thirty-five years I’d never quite understood why I was different. Not like my friends, the other men I knew, who wanted sex for sex’s sake. The drive to relieve themselves with any woman that would have them always boggled my mind.
I know now, without a shred of doubt, keeping myself for Astrid was my purpose. A plan set in place by some destiny that before today I could not completely understand.
Her lips are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. Warm, wet, soft. Our tongues feel like they’ve known how to kiss each other for centuries and for a moment, the flash of wonder that maybe we’ve been searching for one another through other lifetimes feels as though it could be real.
She feels so perfect against me. The lustful near rage that ignites inside of me makes me want to rip the clothes from her curves, lay her out on the nearest surface and fuck her for hours, until the only thing she knows is that she now belongs to me.
Now and forever.
I quell the monster that thrums inside of me, breaking from our kiss, knowing now why I built not only this house, but another structure I rarely use.