Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 116031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Sitting up, I grin at her, though, needing the levity. “It’s been fucking torture. We were so close to getting the deed done.”
“I don’t know how you survived the pain?” I’m detecting a note of sarcasm in her tone, and I’m glad to hear it.
“Not going to lie. I took a lot of showers.”
She rubs my back to soothe the trauma I experienced. Smirking, I say, “After taking all the tests, I passed with flying colors . . . passed as in I got the go-ahead on my bill of health last month, Nurse. I get my reputation may worry—”
“Was it just your reputation,” she asks, twisting her lips to the side, “or was it you living the rock star lifestyle to the fullest? Which I have no reason to be mad about. We might have been married, but we weren’t committed to each other.”
She takes hold of my hand and gives a comforting squeeze as if she understands my struggles because my wife is amazing.
“We’ve come too far to hide any secrets. They always find their way to the light.”
Nothing about her body language or expression changes. She stares at me like I’m still the hero instead of the villain. “You can tell me anything. I’d rather know the truth.”
“I came close a couple of times last September on the tour.” I shouldn’t feel ashamed since I had every right, but there’s a first time for everything.
“Why didn’t you go through with it?”
Turning to find her eyes on mine, no judgment set inside the golden centers, I lean over and kiss her cheek. “Because they weren’t you.”
Pressing her palm on my chest, she leverages herself above me. “You’re more amazing than you know, Shane Faris.” She kisses me and then whispers, “You see yourself through the paparazzi lens instead of who you are in real life. But I see you. I see everything you’re doing to change for me. You don’t have to.” Bouncing her head to the side, she laughs. “The usual still stands. No cheating or hurting each other again, but I fell in love with you, not the rock star persona you embody for others.”
A tightening in my chest has me reaching to loosen the knot forming.
She sees me. There’s nothing more I could ever want than to have this perfect being love me for who I am on the inside. And that she likes my ass helps.
When she bends down to kiss me, she rolls her hips along my length. The torture feels too good to stop her.
Straddling me, she lifts, pressing her hands to my chest and rising above me. She positions my dick exactly where she wants me and begins a slow descent. “I’m on birth control.”
Four of the sweetest words I’ve ever heard spoken.
30
Shane
My thoughts scatter as untamed desire builds from deep within. Cat’s hips are cradled in my hands, her warmth so close to my cock that one move would have her slipping over my length. But her gaze, the deep browns of her eyes, tells me I’ve earned her.
The reminder to give her what she deserves. Slow, savoring our first time together. The control to restrain myself from slamming her down on top of me.
I look up as her hair falls forward with her head. Sweeping it to one side of her neck, I watch as my girl takes me, all of me, her body embracing me and her mouth falling open. I reach up to touch her cheek, her soft skin under my callused fingers, and say, “It’s been so long. I’m . . .”
“It’s okay,” she says, her tone comforting like I’ve never had sex before.
Fuck that. She deserves the best, and I’m here reporting for duty. I should be soothing her after fucking her just right.
I lift her by the hips and help her slide up my hard length. Her eyes meet mine, and she pushes down on her own accord, her mouth shaping into a sexy fucking O making me wish I had started there. Slick heat consumes me as she slides down so slowly on top of me that my patience is threadbare. “You feel,” she starts on the edge of a breathy moan. “You feel so good.” Her teeth scrape across her lower lip, and she bites, her eyes closing as she savors the feel. “So full. So good.”
I cover her hands that she’s resting on my chest, and my breathing staggers as her hips undulate, taking me deeper. I catch the hitch in her breathing, too, as she leans forward to rest her forehead against mine. Close. So close I lift to connect with her to find that perfect spot.
She’s so quiet. I ask, “Are you okay?” I can feel a pulse in my dick inside her. I can’t help but smile and want to fist pump in celebration when I feel her lift her head.