Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Air gets wedged in my lungs as his words plunge me into uncertainty. More than anything, I want to trust Austin. Trust that he won’t hurt or betray me. But it’s difficult. Nothing about our relationship has been easy. At every turn, there have been complications and roadblocks. We inch forward two steps only to get knocked back three or four and land on our asses. There are times when it seems like all we’re destined to do is inflict damage.
Even when we’re not the ones responsible for it.
If I were thinking clearly, I’d cut my losses and move on.
But how can I do that when there’s this invisible string binding us, relentlessly tugging me in his direction?
It’s not something I’ve ever felt before, and I have the sneaking suspicion I never will again.
The indisputable truth is that I can come up with a lengthy list as to why a relationship will never work. And yet, none of it matters when he’s stretched out on top of me, pinning me to the mattress, his tongue licking at my mouth.
“I want to,” I admit.
This time, when his lips settle over mine, there’s a gentleness to the caress. Just like always, he knows what I need and gives it to me without question. That’s all the prompting it takes to open and allow him in. What I want most is for him to wipe away the past few hours.
All the uncertainty, anger, and jealousy.
Our mouths stay fused as our tongues tangle before he peppers tender kisses along the curve of my jaw and chin. When he drifts along the column of my neck, I can’t help but bare it, hungry for more of his attention.
A growl reverberates deep in his chest when he reaches the collar of the T-shirt I’m wearing. His fingers grip the hem before dragging it up my body and over my head in one swift motion. He sits up and stares at my chest as if committing every dip and curve to memory. When I shift, he reaches out and cups my breasts, pinching the nipples that ache with need. Lowering himself, he draws one stiff peak into the warmth of his mouth before sucking greedily. My back bows off the mattress as arousal shoots from the tip of my breast, straight to my core before throbbing to life.
It doesn’t matter if he played with my body for hours earlier, teasing two orgasms from me—I’m starved for his attention. When it comes to Austin, I’m insatiable. It’s not something I’m used to. In all honesty, I didn’t think it was possible to feel this kind of intense arousal crash through my body.
Jasper inspired the opposite.
Just when it feels like I’m on the verge of self-combusting, he releases me with a soft pop before latching onto the other stiff bud and giving it the same fervent attention. My fingers tunnel through his short, thick hair, tugging at the strands.
Another growl rumbles up from his chest as he lifts his head to meet my gaze.
“I don’t know how I’ll ever get enough of you.”
His words echo my own private thoughts.
The energy we generate is combustible. Any moment it’ll explode, blowing us both to smithereens.
Not waiting for a response, he slides down my body and kisses my exposed flesh. Sensation ricochets throughout me before settling deep in my core. I shift restlessly as his fingertips slip beneath the elastic band of my panties, drawing them down my hips and thighs. Once the cotton has been removed, he presses a kiss against the top of my slit before burying his face against me and inhaling.
“I’ve never craved anyone the way I do you,” he admits in a low voice that drips with need. “You’re like a drug careening through my system. There’s no way to get enough.”
My teeth scrape across my lower lip as my gaze stays fastened on his. I couldn’t look away even if I tried. The sight of his dark head nestled between my thighs is so damn sexy. It only intensifies the rabid hunger growing within me as if it has a life of its own.
His hand settles on the inside of my knee before drifting upward and pushing my legs farther apart. As he hovers above me, the warmth of his breath ghosts over my sensitive flesh.
“So fucking pretty.” There’s a pause as his gaze skewers mine in place. “This pussy belongs to me.” When I remain silent, his voice deepens, sounding as if it’s been roughed up. “Say it, Delilah. Tell me that your pussy is mine.”
“It belongs to you,” I groan. “I belong to you.”
His fingers settle on me, pulling at my lips until my clit is bared to the cool air of the room. When his tongue darts out to lick over my sensitive flesh, arousal explodes through me.