Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“Don’t,” she bites back, tasting my tongue when her lips return to mine. “You’re much harder to hate when you’re not talking.”
I sniff a laugh, unsure if that’s a compliment or a directive, and then I glide my hands down her sides, cupping her curved ass over her thin pajama bottoms. I lift her into my arms, letting her thighs straddle my hips as I taste the end of her neck, sampling every pulse of her heartbeat.
“Let me make this up to you,” I say.
“How do I know this is real?” Her arms rest over my shoulders. Never mind that my hair is damp with sweat, my body is sticking to hers, and none of this remotely fits into my strict morning routine.
Screw all of that.
I want this woman and I want her right here, right now—if she’ll have me.
“Talk is cheap.” I kick the bedroom door shut with my foot before laying her down on the guest bed. My cock strains against my shorts, throbbing more by the second. “I thought maybe I could just show you how fucking crazy I am about you.”
A mix of uncertainty colors her pretty face, but I kiss it away.
I’ll kiss her a thousand times if it helps my cause.
“I don’t know if this can erase our past,” she says as I pull her cotton camisole over her head.
“Who said we had to erase it?” I run my fingers under the elastic band of her shorts, sliding my hand between her thighs until I reach her damp slit. She’s wet—for me, a man who has caused her nothing but grief her entire life. “I want to build on it; something new, something better.”
She releases a soft whimper as I circle her clit with my thumb and slide a finger inside her.
With my free hand, I guide her thighs apart. The tension rippling through her body tells me she doesn’t fully trust me yet, but the sounds coming from her fuckable mouth suggest she’s willing to give me a chance.
Tugging her shorts down, I toss them aside and stand back to take a look at my gorgeous wife and her sexy vulnerability on full display.
“What?” she asks, brows knitting.
“Are you really a virgin?” Over the years, we exchanged a lot of bullshit in those letters.
“Is that an issue for you?”
Dipping down, I kiss her belly, which caves with my touch. “Of course not. I wanted to know if I should go gentle on you.”
I shove my shorts and boxers down, kicking them off.
Reaching, she wraps her arms underneath mine and pulls me against her. Her breasts are swollen with arousal and her nipples are pert, teasing my skin with every exhalation.
“Who said I wanted gentle?” Her hips buck beneath me as her thighs widen even more.
“How do you want it?”
“Have you thought of this moment before?” she asks.
“A million times.”
“Fuck me the way you always wanted to then.” There’s a curious glint in her eye as she twists my hair around her fingers. “I want to feel wanted by the man who made it his life’s mission to make me feel anything but that.”
Her words somehow turn me on and break my heart at the same time.
“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” I tell her. “You should know that.”
The morning sunlight dances through a break in the curtains, illuminating her creamy skin and her supple curves, but the one light I need, the one that captures my complete attention, is in her eyes when she looks at me.
Our union may not have been born in love, but somewhere, somehow, love has been there all along, hiding in the broken cracks, waiting for us to come around.
I kiss my wife’s full mouth once more, our tongues melding as I press my hardness against her sex, teasing her as she squirms beneath me. Cupping her breast in my hand, I take her budded nipple between my teeth, giving it a gentle graze that elicits a quiet moan.
Every move, every breath, is a revelation, a step in the right direction.
Her fingers skim my arms, sending a current through me as I brace myself above her and when she gazes up and bites her bottom lip, it’s all I can do to keep from immediately plunging myself deep inside her.
Her eyes, always filled with defiance and curiosity before, now shimmer with vulnerability and anticipation as our words fade and our bodies do the talking. I could tell her all the things I adore about her until I’m blue in the face, but all of that would mean nothing if I didn’t show her how I felt.
“I want to feel you inside me,” she whispers. Reaching down, she palms my cock, softly stroking it before positioning at her entrance. The dampness of her arousal is warm against my tip, and I exhale an impatient growl.