Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 147415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 737(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 491(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 737(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 491(@300wpm)
I don’t even care that this is the most ridiculous—and possibly the horniest—I’ve ever been in my natural life.
All I want is this bright young thing who makes me feel twenty years younger.
No, better, when my life at twenty-one was a living nightmare.
Dess gives me the laughter and the enjoyment I never had when I was truly young, and she's so worth the wait it leaves me dizzy.
We’re both winded by the time we reach the car, but it still doesn’t slow me down.
No driver today, just us, so no one inside will get the shock of their life when I throw her against the passenger door and kiss her life out.
Goddamn, this is good.
Every time we kiss, I feel like a starved man settling down for dinner as she kisses me back, my own steaming madness igniting her desire.
For her, I boil over.
Every. Damned. Time.
Soft lips move against mine with butterfly beats, and soon my tongue slides into her mouth, laying claim for the thousandth time.
It never gets old.
Apparently, I need to mark my territory daily.
Her moan is decadent. Absolutely fucking luxurious.
Honest to God, I could feast on her mouth forever.
But my body has other demands, and while I devour her, my hips wedge against hers, making her feel how hard I am.
She never stays quiet for long. She gets ten, maybe fifteen seconds in before she has to break away and tuck her head against my shoulder, gasping too loudly.
I don’t care.
A sinister part of me wants to make her scream, to show the world just how much she means to me.
I only hold back for her sake, knowing she won’t take kindly to being hounded by small-town cops.
She leans back, her eyes gleaming as she looks up at me. “Guess what?”
“What, sweetheart?”
“I love you.”
My dick likes hearing that a lot.
Almost as much as it likes the cradle of her thighs as I grind against her again.
Fuck, she’ll be my destruction, and I’ll go happily like a moth into the furnace.
I pull her up so her legs are folded around me, sinking my fingers into her thighs.
Still too many clothes, but I’m sure this isn’t quite breaking any public decency laws.
Probably.
Her mouth meets mine again, hungry and eager and so succulent.
I kiss back until I forget the heat of the sun and the distant clammer of the seagulls soaring high overhead through the trees.
Everything fades out except Destiny’s sweetness and all the myriad ways I want her.
“God, I want you,” she murmurs, rubbing her fingers along my bristly jaw.
I rake my stubble against her throat, knowing it drives her wild.
“Your wish is my command, ma’am,” I rumble. “Into the car.”
For once, she doesn’t argue.
Despite the fall coolness, I crank up the air-conditioning before throwing the seat back and slinging her across my lap.
“Fuck,” I grind out as she shifts against me, fully straddling me. “Holy shit, Dess.”
“I want to do this for the rest of my life,” she tells me, then freezes, her arms still locked around my neck. It’s clear she thinks she’s gone too far.
The rest of our lives.
I smile like a fool. I can definitely handle that.
That’s more than fucking okay.
“Pants off, beautiful,” I tell her. My fingers find the waistband of her jeans and undo the button. It’s our go-to response to big, scary news. “You make me want to live forever if it means fucking you to cinders every day.”
I inhale her as I slide her pants down her legs.
She shifts, allowing room, opening her legs slowly and sexy as hell.
It’s her eyes that really slay me, though.
The girl has the most beautiful eyes.
Every time I think I’m at full capacity, I fall for her a little harder.
“Every fucking day, Dess. No question,” I whisper.
She catches her breath as I slide my fingers through her slickness, sinking in deep.
This, right here, is everything I’ll ever need.
Her mouth parted and her eyes restless.
Her hair tangling up in my fist, dragging her head back so I can suck her throat.
Her tits rising and falling, impatient to be next, waiting for my mouth.
Her tight little pussy, aching to be filled, quivering against my fingers as I work them deep inside her.
Fuck.
The entire rest of my existence is nothing but noise.
Her looks, her moans, her shudders will always take priority.
And she grips my shoulders, her eyes hazy with unrepentant lust.
I’m damn glad we have tinted windows. Otherwise, we’d be giving a few stragglers wandering off the main path a show they’d never forget as I unhook her bra and tug her top away to reveal the most perfect nipples.
I suck one and get back a sigh so erotic I almost come in my pants.
Her body welcomes me, hot and wet as ever, writhing against me like pure sin.
“You already have the rest of my life,” I tell her. “You had it from the start. I was just too stubborn to know it.”