Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
He says my name as if it’s something to be treasured. I gasp a breath, fighting hard not to move, not to turn around and kiss him.
His palm lies on my stomach, and then, one painfully slow inch at a time, it moves down to my groin. His fingertips slide under my panties until they reach the top of my pussy.
I widen my stance, overwhelmed with sensations. The rough pads of his fingers hovering just above my throbbing clit. The soft presses of his lips up and down my shoulder. His hard body providing support since my legs have jellified.
“You’re wet,” he says before nipping at my earlobe. “I want to bury myself inside you.”
“Please.”
“Look at you, using manners.” He chuckles, sucking the bend of my neck. “I will. Just because you said please.”
“Now—ah!”
He finds my clit and rubs slow circles around the swollen bud. Fireworks shoot from my core, spreading like lava through my veins. I sag against him, only to have him wrap his other arm around my middle, holding me tight to him.
He slides one finger inside me, and then two. The way his fingers bend causes him to graze just the right spot with each movement.
“Let’s get one thing clear,” he says, his tone suddenly hard. Gruff. Serious.
It sends a chill down my spine, and I wiggle against him. His cock digs into my ass, reminding me of what’s to come.
“What?” I ask, the question a beg.
“This isn’t a one-night stand.”
“What does that mean?” I squirm, helping him remove my jeans and panties. “What do you want, then?”
I barely get the denim kicked to the side when he spins me in his arms. The golden hue blazes as he pins his sights on me. I’m breathless.
I don’t know where this is going, or why we’re doing this now. We’re both amped up. We aren’t thinking clearly. But something tells me this isn’t the first time he’s thought this through.
“If we do this,” he says, sober as a judge, “it’s not a one-night stand.”
“Then what is it?”
He takes a step forward. I take one back.
“I don’t know,” he says, swallowing. Beads of sweat dot his forehead. “But I know that if I know what it’s like to be inside you, it’s not something I’m going to be able to forget.”
I have a feeling I’m going to feel the same way. “Meaning?”
He moves toward me again. I take another step back.
“That means if we fuck, there are no more assholes in the bar. Not until we figure things out between us.”
My back hits the drywall and I’m pinned against it. He stares down at me, waiting for my response.
Doesn’t he know he already has me?
I smile at him. “Fuck me, Stetson.”
He scoops me up, balancing my thighs on his forearms and digging his fingers in my ass. My back slams against the wall, rattling a shelf so hard a picture falls to the floor. Our kisses are frenzied, feverish—as if there’s a timer ticking and we have to get in as much as we can while we can.
He carries me around the sofa and lays me on the carpet in front of the fireplace. The fibers bite into my back, irritating the scrapes from the wall. But I don’t care. I need him inside me more than I’ve ever needed anything.
“I need to get a condom,” he says, his nostrils flaring.
“Wait.” I pop up on my elbows and try not to be distracted by his body. “I can’t have kids. And I haven’t had sex in . . .” I try to calculate the months. “Look, math is impossible when you’re this turned on.”
He smirks.
“But it’s been a very long time, and I’ve had all the tests,” I say, trying not to whine.
“I had a physical just before you moved in. I’m good to go.”
He doesn’t move, giving me a moment to think it through. I respect the hell out of that. But I also need him inside me.
“Then for the love of God . . .” I groan, gritting my teeth as I will myself not to tackle him and ride him until I come.
He stalks my way, dropping to his knees and then hovering over me. He gazes down at me with a rogue look in his eye.
“How do you want this?” he asks.
I lift my legs and lock them around his hips. “Do I get to do this more than once?”
“I sure fucking hope so.”
“Then make me come, Jay. I need it. Now.”
He chuckles, the sound low and gravelly. It prickles my already sensitive libido. He positions himself at my opening. Then holding my gaze, he enters me in one hard, swift, delicious movement.
I yell, lifting my chin to the ceiling and closing my eyes for fear they’ll pop out of my head. I’m filled so completely, so fully, that I only pray I’m breathing.