Total pages in book: 194
Estimated words: 183150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 916(@200wpm)___ 733(@250wpm)___ 611(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 183150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 916(@200wpm)___ 733(@250wpm)___ 611(@300wpm)
He shouts, rises to his knees, rears back and slams into me on his own release, clenching me to his chest and spilling himself inside of me. He thrusts up one last, powerful time. I cry out.
‘Jesus, Ava. What am I going to do with you?’
Keep me forever, PLEASE!
His face plummets into my neck as he pumps his hips slowly, back and forth, milking every ounce of pleasure from me. I’m dizzy, my head spinning wildly as his heavy, hot breath spreads across my neck and travels down my chest. Every internal muscle I possess grips him as he pulsates inside me. He’s shaking – proper trembling shakes. I wrap my arms around him and squeeze him to me.
‘You’re shaking.’ I mumble the words into his shoulder.
‘You make me so happy.’
Do I? ‘I thought I made you crazy?’
He pulls back and looks me in the eyes, his forehead shimmering in sweat. ‘You make me crazy happy,’ He kisses my nose and sweeps my hair away from my face. ‘You also make me crazy mad.’ He gives me an accusing look. I don’t know why. It’s his own unreasonable, neurotic behavior that makes him crazy mad, not me.
‘I prefer you when you’re crazy happy, you’re scary when you’re crazy mad.’
His lips twitch. ‘Then stop doing things to make me crazy mad.’
I gape at him, but he presses his lips to mine before I can challenge him on that accusation. The man is crazy deluded, on top of everything else.
He rests back down on his heels. ‘I would never hurt you intentionally, Ava. You know that, right?’ The uncertainty is clear in his voice as he brushes a stray hair away from my face.
Now, this I’m absolutely certain of. Well, in the physical sense. It’s the emotional sense that scares me to death. And the fact that he added intentionally should be cause for concern.
I look into the hazy, green pools of this beautiful man. ‘I know.’ I sigh, but I really don’t. And it scares me to death.
He swivels around onto his back, taking me with him, so I’m sprawled across his chest. I shift slightly so I can trace a figure of eight on his stomach, lingering longer over his scar than anywhere else.
It fascinates me in a morbid kind of way, and it’s another mystery behind this man. It’s definitely not a war wound from an operation and it’s not a puncture wound or a slice. It looks far more sinister than that. The thick, jagged wave looks like someone has, literally, plunged a knife into his lower stomach and dragged it all the way around to his side. I shudder. I wouldn’t have thought anyone could survive a wound like it. He must have lost a heap of blood. Dare I press him on this?
‘Were you in the army?’ I ask quietly. This could explain it, and I’ve not asked directly.
He pauses stroking my hair briefly but continues shortly after. ‘No.’ he answers. He doesn’t ask me why I would think that. He knows what I’m getting at. ‘Leave it, Ava.’ he says in that tone – the one that makes me writher on the spot. Yeah, I’m not arguing with that voice, and I certainly don’t want to spoil the moment.
‘Why did you disappear on me?’ I ask a little apprehensively. I need to know.
‘I told you, I was a mess.’
‘Why?’ I press. His answer explains nothing. I feel him tense beneath me.
‘You spark feelings in me.’ he answers softly, and I think I might be getting somewhere.
‘What sort of feeling?’ BOOM!
He sighs. I’ve pushed my luck. ‘All sorts, Ava.’ He sounds irritated by it.
‘Is that a bad thing?’
‘It is when you don’t know how to deal with them.’ He lets out a long, tired breath of air.
I stop with my strokes. He doesn’t know how to deal with the feelings he’s having, so he tries to control me? How will that help? All sorts of feelings? This man talks in code. What does that mean, and why does he sound so frustrated by it?
‘You think I belong to you.’ I start circling my finger again.
‘No, I know you do.’
‘When did you establish that?’
‘When I spent four days trying to get you out of my head.’ He still sounds irritated, while I’m delighted with this news.
‘It didn’t work?’
‘Well, no, I was even crazier. Go to sleep.’ he orders.
‘What were you doing to try and get me out of your head?’
‘It doesn’t matter. It didn’t work, end of. Go to sleep.’
I pout to myself. I think I’ve extracted as much information as I’m going to get. Crazier? I don’t think I ever want to meet that man. All sorts of feeling? That, I think, I like the sound of.
I continue with my swirling patterns over his chest, while he strokes my hair and drops a kiss every now and then. The silence is comfortable and my eyes are getting heavy.