Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“Forrest,” she murmurs.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“N—No.”
Thank fuck.
Turning, I walk toward the guest chair, the one that’s not on wheels, because I don’t need either one of us tumbling to the floor, and sit with her on my lap. Her head is still buried in my neck, and I can feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest with each breath, not to mention that it’s fanning across my neck.
“Briar?”
“I don’t know what to do,” she whispers in my ear.
Her confession has my mind racing. What does she mean? Does she mean she doesn’t know how to handle me? Does she not know what to do sitting on my lap? She’s a mom, so I know sex isn’t new for her. My wheels are spinning, but I reel it in and focus on the woman in my arms.
“Tell me what you need.”
“I—I don’t know.” Her fingers dig deeper into my shoulders as she holds on tight.
“Do you trust me, Briar?” I know that’s a loaded question where she’s concerned. “I promise I’ll stop as soon as you say the word. Besides, the first time I’m inside you, it’s going to be in a big comfy bed where I can enjoy you and take my time. Not here in my office.”
“I—I think so.”
Well, fuck. Looks like I got some more work to do. “You control this. You control me.” My voice cracks because fuck me, the thought of hurting her kills me. “How about this? I’m going to drop my hands to my sides, and I’m going to tell you what to do. You’ll have all the control. We can even tie my hands behind my back if that makes you feel better.”
Slowly, she lifts her head, and her big green eyes find mine. “You’d be okay with that?”
I swallow hard. “Yes.”
“I think… arms at your sides. It’s not that I don’t want you to touch me.”
I cradle her cheeks again. “I know, baby. I know there’s a piece of you that you’re keeping from me, and that’s okay. Do you know why?” She shakes her head. “Because I’m still here. I’m still going to be here when you finally trust me enough to tell me. In the meantime, I need you to be open and honest with me and tell me what you need. I’m right here, Briar, and, baby, I’m all yours.”
Those big green eyes of hers stare into my soul. When she finally speaks, she breaks me open, and it’s painfully obvious that I’m hers. I’m all in.
“My heart and my trust were broken. I used to think that there was no putting them back together. However, I’m starting to think you might be the man to fix them both.”
I want to touch her. I want to pull her into my arms and never let her go, but my hands remain fisted where they hang at my sides. “I am that man, Briar. I’m yours. I’m all in, baby. We take this at whatever pace you need for us to go for you to feel safe. I want your heart and your trust. I promise you, with everything that I am, that they’re both safe with me. I’ll help mend them back together, but I’m keeping them.”
Her eyes shimmer with tears. “I want to try.”
I don’t know what she wants to try, but whatever it is, I’m here for it. “My hands are at my sides. You have my word. I won’t move.”
She nods. Her cheeks are an adorable shade of red, but that doesn’t stop my brave girl from rocking her hips. Her pussy rolls over my hard cock in my jeans and her eyes widen.
“Take what you need.”
“I don’t know what I need,” she replies quietly.
“Me, Briar. I’m all that you need. There is nothing you can do that will change that. You’re safe with me. Always.”
She rocks again as she bites down on her bottom lip. “Is this okay?”
I smile at her. “My gorgeous girl is grinding on my cock, and her tits are in my face. Yeah, this is more than okay.”
She smiles and rocks again. This time, she doesn’t stop. Her movement grows faster as she finds her rhythm. She moans and closes her eyes, tilting her head back. I want to demand that she keep her eyes on me, but this is her show. I’m merely a spectator, and I’m doing my damnedest to memorize every moment. Every sound she makes. Every curve of her body. Every spark racing through my veins as she slides her body over mine.
Her breathing picks up, and her movements become jerky. I want more than anything to grip her hips and help her find her release, but I’m keeping my promise. Her fingers that are resting on my shoulders dig deep. I’m certain even through the thin material of my T-shirt there will be evidence of her hands on me.