Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Then she cupped my face and looked at me.
“Hey, hey, are you okay?”
“I can’t lose you. I won’t,” I growled, dragging her back against me. Her hips were round and juicy. And her body fit so perfectly against mine.
But I waited, realizing the depth of my emotion had taken us both by surprise.
“Is this about Janet?” She asked, looking at me solemnly. “People get sick sometimes, Cal. That’s just life.”
I stared at her, wanting to deny it, wanting to push those feelings away. The thought of losing her… or watching her suffer. I didn’t know how Jack was still standing, truth be told. But she was right.
“Don’t you dare ever get cancer,” I said before kissing her as hard as I could. She let me kiss her and then looked up at me calmly. The conversation wasn’t over. As much as I wanted it to be… I didn’t like thinking about losing her , not for even a heartbeat.
“Cal… most likely I won’t. But if we are lucky enough to have a lifetime together, some things are going to go wrong.”
“No,” I insisted.
“Well, maybe nothing big. We could be lucky. We already are lucky, just to have found each other. But no matter what comes, we will get through it together. For as long as we are able.”
“I need you,” I said, not wanting to let her words in. Not wanting to think about the endless possibilities of things that could go wrong. All the things that kept me up at night.
“I need you, too. But I want you more than I need you.”
I stared at her, not realizing that that was exactly what I needed to hear until I heard it. Just like that, I was less unsettled. I was less afraid.
“Bed, now.”
She took one look at my face and did as I asked, moving quickly. My woman knew when I couldn’t wait. She always knew what I needed. And as usual, I needed her.
I took the rest of my clothes off so quickly the were almost smoking. I joined my wife on the bed, taking a moment to really take in the view. Her hair was spread out around her head, her eyes were hooded with desire, and her luscious lips were softly parted.
And her body, dear God, her body was gleaming in the soft evening light coming through the window. Her curves tempted me beyond reason. The silk of her skin made me want to bite her, kiss her, taste every inch of her.
So I did.
CHAPTER THREE
Molly
Oh. My. Word.
The heavily tattooed man above would not stop tasting me. Touching me. Teasing me.
Tormenting me.
Callaway ran his hands over my body as he kissed me, making me feel like a naughty teenager, rolling around in the backseat of a muscle car.
Not that I’d ever done that. I’d been a complete innocent until my man corrupted me, and not that long ago either. But I’d caught the vibe of what it must’ve been like from movies and TV, if nothing else. And I was getting to experience that ‘feels like the first time’ thrill, time and again, with the man I called husband. The man who loved me.
And tonight, he was showing me just how much. Just like he did every chance he got. It was like the first time, all over again.
We were that desperate for each other. That ravenous. The only difference was, now we knew each other’s bodies as well as our own. He knew how to play me like a fiddle. And I knew how to drive him wild.
Tonight though, it was all Callaway.
His hands moved over me ceaselessly. As if he could not get enough of me. As if my skin, my mouth, my lips, my tits, were more than he could bear. He had to experience me from every angle, every sense, every level of intensity, from feather light to wet and soft to hard and rough and all the way back again.
Callaway wanted to take everything I had, and I wanted to give it to him.
He slid down my body to feast between my legs. It was as if he was starving for me. He was gentle at first, teasing me until I was gasping for air. Then he unleashed his passion, and his considerable skills, on my body.
My man had a delicate touch but he knew when to be firm. He slid a finger inside me and drove it home again and again as my hips rose to meet his hand.
But I wanted more. I tugged on his shoulders until he moved up with a laugh.
“So impatient,” he scolded as he positioned his shaft at my entrance. I groaned as he inched forward, taking his time as we both closed our eyes in pleasure.
“Hurry,” I begged but he just smiled, his eyes wandering over my face as he held perfectly still, letting my body work futilely to pull him deeper, all to no avail.