Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
He slid his hand into her panties, his fingers gliding through her slick heat, wetting them so that two digits thrust effortlessly into her body. Her back arched, and she whimpered against his mouth, her hips moving rhythmically as she shamelessly fucked herself on his fingers. The firm, circular motions of his thumb on her clit drove her wild, and she held nothing back as he pushed her toward completion.
This was exactly how Tripp wanted Skye . . . completely out of her mind with need for him and what he could give her. He was certain she believed that this was just about an orgasm, nothing more than pure pleasure, and that because his body wasn’t connected to hers, the act was impersonal, clinical, even. That this was just about letting off a little steam.
But Tripp knew better when it came to Skye. She wasn’t someone who could remain detached, who could compartmentalize any form of foreplay or sex as just a means of finding release—which was exactly what had happened all those years ago between them. Any form of physical touch would always mean something to her on a deep, intimate level, which worked to his advantage.
Tripp continued stroking her pussy and clit, his sole focus to make her feel desired. Wanted. And adored by him—something he doubted her ex ever took the time to do. That was the way to Skye’s heart. Not the end result of a satisfying climax, but traveling the path of letting herself be vulnerable and trusting him to take control of her body and its responses. Getting out of her head, letting down her guard, and allowing those walls to crumble and fall away from her bruised and battered heart so he could find his way back in, and protect what he should have kept safe all those years ago.
Instinctively knowing Skye was close to the edge, he ended the kiss and lifted his head, staring down at her as she fisted her hands in his shirt, as if trying to find some kind of anchor to the storm about to sweep through her. Her eyes were half-mast and hazy, her face flushed with passion, and she started to pant as he pushed her even higher.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he praised in a low murmur. “Let go so I can watch you fall apart for me.”
With a soft cry erupting from her throat, she tossed her head back and obeyed his order, her climax slamming into her so hard she shook with the intensity of it. Her body clenched around his fingers, reminding him how good it felt when he was buried deep inside of her and she came around his cock.
His dick throbbed in response, almost to the point of pain, but this wasn’t about his pleasure. It was about building trust and intimacy with Skye, and he was fairly certain he’d achieved his goal for tonight.
But in two weeks, when he had her all to himself for a weekend, all bets were off.
Chapter Eight
The following two weeks passed quicker than Skye expected. A few event contracts at The Meridian kept her busy during the day with marketing and meetings. And while she’d made it a deliberate point not to see Tripp in person in the evenings because she didn’t want to chance a repeat performance of their last time together, he insisted on FaceTiming her every night once they were both home from work and settled in for the evening.
It didn’t help matters that she couldn’t forget about that moment on the sofa, and how he’d found a way to bend her rules—or the fact that she’d let him. The man was so flirtatious, so charming and persuasive, he’d actually convinced her that she’d needed an orgasm for her mental health and physical well-being.
She had no one to blame but herself for giving into temptation, but she’d decided once he’d left her apartment that it would be a smarter idea to keep her physical distance from Tripp until their baby making weekend, since she didn’t trust herself with him. One touch, and she was putty in his hands.
But she had to admit that he’d made it difficult for her to keep her walls up emotionally. His check-in calls with her usually ended up being an hour or more conversation, mostly because he was so easy to talk to, and she honestly enjoyed his company. He made her laugh, he made her feel special, and whatever she wanted to talk about, interested him. For the first time in years, she felt seen and heard, and that what she had to say was important and meaningful to someone other than just her family.
Her attraction to Tripp was undeniably strong—that went without saying—but she loved the secure friendship they were establishing, too.
She’d also spent the past two weeks preparing for their weekend together. She’d meditated daily, went to her yoga classes, and was diligent about taking her pre-natal vitamins. She met with her brother a few times for her kickboxing, and while he’d commented that she looked happier than she had in a long while, she didn’t tell him about Tripp, even though she knew he was a big part of why she felt so optimistic about her life and future.