Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
But then my underwear were off, and Brodan’s mouth was on me, his tongue circling my clit, his fingers gripping tight to my thighs as he feasted. He kissed and licked and laved until I exploded with relief. I’d barely stopped shuddering through it when Brodan braced himself over me again, holding my gaze as he nudged into me.
“Protection?” I had the forethought to gasp.
Brodan smirked. “I put it on while you were coming very hard, my love.”
I chuckled until it petered into a moan as he pressed inside in a slow, thick glide. He kissed me again, deep but languidly, and I wrapped him up, my thighs clasping his hips, my arms around his back, clutching him to me.
Eventually, I broke the sweetness of our kiss because I couldn’t contain my moans. With every slow thrust, Brodan pushed me toward climax. Seeing and feeling my pleasure seemed to be Brodan’s undoing, and I felt the strain and tension in his body as he forced himself to keep a steady, torturous pace.
“Brodan,” I whispered in a plea. “Brodan.”
“I’ll never get enough of that,” he told me hoarsely. “Hearing you say my name as you come.”
His words only pushed me further toward that cliff of satisfaction. My nails dug into his shoulders and he gritted his teeth, powering harder into me even as he kept up that tormenting pace. “Come for me, Sunset. Let me feel you come.”
And just like that, I did.
I cried out, throwing my head back and tightening my thighs around him, arching into his thrusts as my inner muscles spasmed around his cock.
Brodan stiffened and then let out an animalistic growl as he throbbed inside me, his hips slowing to a judder as he climaxed.
He groaned, collapsing over me, careful to keep much of his weight off me even as he buried his head against my throat. He ground his lower body into mine as the last of the shudders rippled through him.
I caressed his damp back as I stared into the stone ceiling above. The thought of ringing in every new year with Brodan like this crossed my mind, only to be chased out by fear. I didn’t want to think too far ahead. To make promises to myself that he nor I could keep.
So when Brodan lifted his head, kissed me sweetly, looked deep in my eyes, and confessed thickly, “I love you so much, Monroe Sinclair,” I froze.
I literally froze in his arms.
Part ecstatic, part utterly terrified.
Because I loved him too. I knew, despite everything that had happened between us, that I had never stopped loving Brodan Adair.
But I … the people I loved tended to hurt me.
“Brodan …”
Disappointment flared in his eyes, but to my shock, he whispered against my lips, “It’s okay. I’m not a patient man, my love. But for you, I’d wait a thousand lifetimes.”
Tears burned in my eyes, and I cried shakily, “You’re such a romantic bastard. I hate you.”
Brodan threw his head back in laughter and, because he was still inside me, I felt the sensation through my whole body. I giggled through my tears until Brodan kissed them off my cheeks. “No, you don’t,” he murmured with each kiss. “You love me. But I can wait until you’re ready to tell me that yourself.”
32
Brodan
Over the hiss of the frying pan, I heard the cottage door open and shut.
“Ugh, that was the longest first week back at school ever,” Monroe called out, and I could hear her dropping her bags, possibly kicking off her shoes. Anticipation filled me, and I turned to watch her walk through the kitchen doorway.
I’d seen my face plastered over billboards, had hundreds of screaming fans greet me at premieres … but waiting for Monroe Sinclair to come home to me was the dream I couldn’t believe had come true.
She smiled a weary but happy smile. “Something smells good.”
“Chicken fajitas,” I told her seconds before I bent down to kiss the mouth she offered me. “Rough day?”
Roe sighed heavily, and I gestured to the glass of wine I’d already poured for her. “You are my hero.” She took the glass and leaned against the counter, pushing her hair off her face. “It was like the kids were bouncing off the walls . I mean, we all knew the first day back after Christmas would be bad, it always is … but this lasted the whole bloody week. Hyper doesn’t even cover it.”
I nodded, my gaze dancing between her and the chicken spice mix in the frying pan. “Thane got a phone call from the school this week about Eilidh. Apparently, another girl was bullying Eilidh’s wee pal about what she got, or didn’t get, for Christmas. So Eilidh took it upon herself to smack her across the face. Is it wrong that I’m proud of her?”