Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Gareth’s lips.
His teeth grazing my breast, marking me enough to show. The jolt of pleasure that rippled down my spine at the primal claiming.
Goodness, I couldn’t get him out of my head. Couldn’t get the ache to relax between my thighs.
I tossed and turned, finally kicking the covers off because my skin was too hot, too tight, too something. A throb pulsed between my thighs, a silent urging to be stroked, soothed.
Blowing out a breath, I glanced at the closed door. I hadn’t heard a whisper from the other side, Gareth clearly engrossed in his work across the house.
I was alone.
I could…explore. Attempt to ease this incessant need. To recreate what Gareth had so easily unleashed in me.
The moment the idea took shape in my mind, anticipation sparked in my veins.
I closed my eyes, trailing my hand over my breasts, pretending my fingers were his. I moved them lower, beneath my silk shorts, doing everything he’d instructed in those texts before.
Gareth’s scent surrounded me, only enhancing the fantasy as I imagined him above me, his massive frame settling between my legs as he kissed me. As he slowly inched himself inside me.
Every touch, every stroke, I felt him. Pictured him. I worked myself up in a way I never had before. I was consumed by thoughts of him and used every visual I’d treasured since we took our vows to push me closer to that edge.
The one I was desperate for him to fall over with me.
CHAPTER 9
Gareth
Alittle whimper sounded from inside my bedroom, and the fear of Serenity having another nightmare had me pushing through the door.
I stopped two steps in, another of her soft whimpers locking up every muscle I had.
My eyes adjusted to the darkened bedroom, only a few slivers of moonlight bleeding in through the slatted blinds over the windows across the room. The lines of silver draped over the bed, illuminating Serenity…
Her eyes were closed, her pink lips parted open as she moved on the bed, a hand buried beneath the silk of her shorts.
Jesus fucking Christ.
The blood ran hot in my veins, and I knew I needed to turn around, needed to get out of there before she noticed I’d come into the room. This was private. An intimate exploration on her behalf, and goddamn, it was sexy as hell, but…
I turned around as slowly as I could, ready to head quietly out the door like I’d never been here. I’d jump into a cold shower and shock the hauntingly tempting images out of my brain—
“Gareth,” Serenity whispered.
I turned back around, thinking she’d spotted me, an apology already forming on my lips—
“God, Gareth,” she moaned this time, and my cock instantly hardened.
She was thinking of me?
I swallowed hard, allowing myself to look over her again, this time with more of a primal gaze, like her saying my name had been an invitation.
Fuck, she was perfection. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the taste of her on my lips since our first night in this house. Since I’d thoroughly distracted her.
She rocked into herself, lifting her ass off the bed to meet her hand with more force, just like I’d told her to over a week ago.
My knees about buckled.
“Yes, Gareth,” she said.
“What are you thinking about over there, angel?” I finally broke.
Her eyes snapped open, her motions abruptly stopping as she spotted me, now at the foot of the bed.
I held her stare, surveying the flurry of emotions crossing her face. Embarrassment was there, shock for sure, and then something smoothed out, and she…
Fuck me, she started moving her hand again.
“You,” she said, almost like a challenge. “I’m thinking about you.”
Goddamn.
“Thinking what, exactly?” I urged her, my voice rough as I tried to keep it together. I braced my hands on the bedpost, using it to keep me right where I was.
She sighed, still moving against herself.
“I’m thinking…” She hesitated a moment. I wasn’t about to push her, but I was hanging on by a thread. “I’m thinking about how good you would feel inside me.”
A low growl rumbled in my chest.
“Serenity,” I pleaded.
“I’m thinking about how you made me feel alive our first night here. How just looking at you sometimes can make me ache in all sorts of ways,” she continued.
“Angel,” I groaned.
Her breath caught as she continued to explore herself. “I’m thinking about how badly I want you. It’s like I can’t breathe unless you touch me. And it’s not because you’re my husband or because you’re protecting me. I’ve felt like this since the moment my hair got caught in your cufflinks at the poker game. Since you held me to free it. I’ve wanted you since then. And it’s only gotten worse. I’m achy, Gareth. And stretched tight. Nothing I do is as good as what you do to me.”