Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 109608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Ever so slightly, he pulls back. In protest, the sound of our lips releasing echoes in the quiet room.
With his head against mine again, his eyes are closed as he tries to regain control of his breathing. His fingers clench in the sides of my hair, tugging enough to pull my attention to him. But the only pain is what’s battling in the lines of his face. He says, “You make me lose control. You make me forget who I am.”
I cup this strong man’s face, knowing he’s so much more than a hotshot attorney. I want to show him that the advice he gives me to just live can be a new start for him. “Maybe that’s just what you need in life. Just a moment to forget who you are.”
Kissing him, I want his hands on more than my face and in my hair. I want to feel one with him, even if only for a night, to make me forget the pain of losing my identity and fill the hole not just in my mind but also in my heart. Together, we’ll create new memories.
This time when he pulls back, he takes me by the hand and starts leading me down the hall. We pass the spare room and walk into his. I silently climb under the covers, settling in the middle.
Amusement dances in his eyes as he smiles at me. “Are you a bed hog?”
“I have no idea. Let’s find out.”
He climbs into bed and pulls the covers over his lower half. Unlike when life and responsibility rudely chilled the heat between us, it’s radiating under these sheets. Rolling on his side to face me, he runs his hand under my shirt and around my middle to hold my side. “Now what was that about not being able to sleep?”
“I was thirsty, too,” I say, thinking it’s not possible to sound thirstier for him than I do now.
He chuckles. “Well, let’s make sure you’re well taken care of.” He leans down and kisses me. I loop my arms around him, holding him to me, our kisses intensifying as our bodies find purchase against each other.
When his hand slides under the waistband of the boxers, I press against it, craving not only his heat but his touch lower, between my legs. He doesn’t disappoint, though I knew he wouldn’t. He takes over my body as if it belongs to him.
Keeping pressure on me, he slips his fingers between my thighs, pushing slowly over my pulsing center. His tongue claims every corner of my mouth, and then a finger slips between my lower lips. “Aah,” I breathe into him and then turn just enough to catch my breath again and kiss him.
I thought his kiss brought me to life. It’s this. With his mouth on mine and his hand taking full possession of my body, the moment this man sinks a finger inside me, I’m living again. My body moves as if summoned by the devil himself, and I meet his hand as he starts to thrust.
Moans escape without permission, filling my ears as the sound of his mingles with mine. I grab his shoulders, pushing, tugging him back up, and then grappling to hold on to how incredible he feels. But it will be short-lived. The one thing I can’t hold on to is the coil in my core threatening to spring apart.
This feels too good, so when he pulls out and begins rubbing my clit, I stop fighting to hold on and start allowing my release to come. Rocking my hips, I find the pressure so pleasurable and too much to know which way is up or down. “Feels so good,” I breathe against his neck as he drives deeper into me with another finger. His thumb encircles my neediest spot as his other fingers take control of my every breath and moan, sending me into the darkness.
Tremoring under his hand, no fear is found as I fall deeper into this beautiful abyss. My breath finally catches as I float back to him, his hand holding onto my hip and sweet kisses sprinkled across my forehead.
My breathing is still jagged when I open my eyes. So many emotions he’d never claim are seen in his admiring gaze. It makes no sense to fall so soon, the reasons easily dismissed to anyone other than us two. But I am falling . . . I wonder if he is, too.
A yawn sneaks up on me before I can restrain it.
Falling back on his side of the bed, he says, “We should get some sleep. I have work early in the morning, and you . . .” He turns, his eyes finding mine through the dark room. “You have so many things ahead of you. You should rest up.”
“What about you?” I roll to my side, gliding my hand over those hard abs I only had access to ogle earlier.