Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 109178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
“They always know,” she repeated, squeezing his hand. His jaw tightened as he slowly turned towards her.
They drifted closer and closer to one another until their mouths met. His supple lips made her melt. Her pulse skittered as the soft wetness of his tongue joined hers. An enchanting shudder of want and need ran through her. His kiss was so slow… so warm… so sultry and sexy… She savored his flavor: traces of mint and sweet tea.
His skin smelled like ‘Fucking Fabulous,’ by Tom Ford, and a dash of vanilla. Her back slightly arched as he ran his big hands along it, up to her shoulders. He pulled her closer. Thick fingers parted her hair, gently massaged her scalp as he deepened their kiss. He was devastatingly erotic, dripping with swag. His kiss was insistent, yet somehow patient.
Filled with a flood of desire, she broke their kiss, then reached for the hem of her t-shirt. Pulling it over her head, she exposed her sheer red bra. Lust in his eyes, he traced her face with a tender hand. His fingers drifted to her breasts to circle her nipple and make it harden to his touch. She briefly closed her eyes and waited in anticipation. She shuddered when he leaned in and sucked her breast over the fabric, his oral embrace soon becoming hard and fast. She placed her hand along his groin, her curiosity tearing her apart. She started at his balls and worked her way up. Shit, yes… he’s got a big one…Damn. It’s huge. His dick was hard as a rock. Long and thick.
The sounds of his working tongue along her nipple reminded her of a rabid animal. The heat and wetness of his mouth made her pussy pulse, and she hoped and prayed he’d remove her bra soon, and suck her breasts with no barriers between them. But then, as quickly as he began working her into a frenzy, he stopped cold.
“What’s wrong?”
He slowly lifted his head from her breasts and caressed her neck with a gentle hand, concern in his eyes as if he’d seen something in her that she’d been trying to hide, or keep at bay. She felt suddenly sick inside. Unwanted. Shunned. His eyes glowed with some energy she couldn’t understand, decipher, or read. It chilled her. Unnerved her to the bone.
“What’d I do wrong? You don’t want to have sex with me?”
He kissed her cheek, then ran his thumb slowly along her lower lip.
“You did absolutely nothin’ wrong. I definitely wanna have sex with you, baby. There’s nothin’ more that I’d rather do right now other than pick you up, throw your ass on your bed, and fuck your womb clear out the fucking frame.”
“But?”
“But you’re used to men not caring about your needs, and thinkin’ only about their own. You’re used to men not havin’ any self-control when it comes to you, so much so that they attack you in the rain, and cause you to have mental storms. PTSD. You’re used to being used for your body, and nobody givin’ a fuck about what’s in here.” He pointed to her head, then to her heart. “Well, I’m not like everybody else, Nadia, and I’m not what you’re used to.”
“But I—”
“I want you bad, Nadia. My body is on fire for you. I have had my share of wet dreams about you. My heart and my mind wants you, too. It took all of me to stop just now. But no matter how much I want to know what you taste like, and be buried deep inside of you, right here, right now, all night long, I know damn well that the timing isn’t right. When we make love, baby girl, it’s going to be something like you’ve never experienced. You’re not ready for this dick.”
“Boy, please!”
“I’m not playing, Nadia.” He gripped her chin, made her face him head on. “I’m serious. I’m not the type of man a woman just wants to fuck once, and leave alone. Because of our chemistry, our pasts, our friendship, and everything we have with one another, we’re going to be addicted to each other once we start a sexual relationship. We won’t be able to stop. Our connection is so strong, and that’s the last component to bring this all together. We can’t rush it. I need to know in my heart that the timing is right. Not for my protection, but for yours. I refuse to lose you, all because I couldn’t control myself. When we do get together, the universe is going to explode.”
She rolled her eyes, “But I am ready.”
“You’re close, but not quite there yet. This is a spiritual connection. You and I are serious – I know myself so well now because I’ve done the work to get to this point. It took a long time, but I got there. I know who I am as a man. I know what I stand for. I know what I’m going to put up with, and what the hell I’m not going to put up with. I love you! I loved you from the moment you cried on my shoulder by a big ass bag of flour in a little diner that most people barely knew the name of. And here’s the thing: I’m going to be the next man, and the last man to ever be inside those sugar walls. So I’m not worried, and you shouldn’t be, either. I’m not going anywhere unless you want me to. That’s a promise.” He caressed her chin, nothing but love in his eyes. “I’ve got over a decade of love and lust built up inside of me over you. This has to be handled carefully. I’ll know when you’re ready, honey, and when you are, when that day comes, you best believe I won’t hesitate. But today isn’t that day.”