Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
“I’ve waited so fucking long, Kat. You have no idea how much I have wanted you. No fucking idea.” He turns his face to kiss my belly, my curves, the softest places on my full hips. His hands swoop upward to take the weight of each of my breasts, and he softly kisses a line underneath each of them while low, desperate groans rasp in his throat.
His forehead presses low on my chest, his face again buried in my flesh as he presses my breasts against his cheeks.
He stays like that for a few breaths, my heart feeling like it’s breaking for him. The ways he stays there, silent, like he’s finally home, speaks to me in the deepest parts of my soul.
Looking down, he eases back and I watch him trace my belly button, my tummy, his eyes looking up to meet mine. The strain in his brow telling of his restraint—it almost scares me.
“I know how you felt. All those years,” I whisper. “Wanting what we couldn’t have.” And then I pull him close, slipping my fingers over his close-cropped hair, as he takes my nipple in his warm, greedy mouth, making me hiss and arch into the joy of it all.
His eyes close as he suckles me with a deep urgency. His need seems endless. All that longing, coming into focus now.
CHAPTER 9
Trent
My dick feels like a missile set to launch, to bring us to destruction as soon as I get inside her. I’ve never been happier that I waited for her. Even in the moments I wasn’t sure we would get to this place, I knew I could never taint my love for her in that way.
Getting off with anyone else. Touching anyone else. Being inside anyone else. My gut churns at the thought.
But I’ve got her in my arms and nothing short of a nuclear explosion will stop me now. With Mom and Dad gone, there’s no one to hurt now but ourselves and we’ve both been hurt enough.
Her skin tastes like heaven. Like gold, like whiskey. Her nipple draws into a stiff peak between my teeth. Every dream I’ve ever had of her, every fucking fantasy, it’s happening now. Right here. Fucking finally.
Her creamy, sweet scent wafts up to my nose, driving me almost fucking insane. I’m fighting myself—I want it all and I want it now. Everything at once. Her nipple in my mouth. My tongue in her pussy. My cock against her cervix. Everything.
But I know I have to take it slow.
The force of my need could rip her apart. And it takes every fucking ounce of my years of military discipline to hold it all back.
She moans. She whines. I move my mouth across her soft flesh, kissing, tracing up and down.
“How can anything feel this good,” she says on a whisper. “How can anything be this perfect.”
I growl against her tits. She thinks this is good? She thinks this is perfect?
Just wait.
I scoop her into my arms, savoring the feeling of her skin against mine. I kiss her deep and full, possessive and long, laying her body down on the bed, and slip my hand between her legs, my fingers tracing the little brush of hair she has at the top of her pussy.
Her eyes widen, dart back and forth between mine. “Trent, I’ve never…”
The innocence, the fear, they just about split me in two. My gut clenches. On one hand, I want to go slow and soft. On the other hand, I want to fuck her now, hard, without stopping, without remorse. To take what belongs to me. What has always been mine.
But I know I can’t. Not yet.
I cup the heat and slickness of her pussy in my palm, my fingers slipping in her wetness, but don’t push further. “It’s okay. We’re not there yet, baby girl.”
In my voice, I hear certainty. Confidence. And I mean it, but I’m charting new fucking terrain here myself. All these years, I’ve saved myself for her. It was always going to be her or no one.
But, it’s not a fucking fantasy now. It’s real. So real, it hurts.
In my head, I’ve fucked my baby into her a hundred times. Minimum. I’ve made her cum so hard she cries, twenty times before dawn.
Her belly quivers under my tongue as I make my way across every inch of her beautiful body. “Trent. Oh God.”
The need in her voice, the desire, it makes my balls tighten, makes me groan. And I work my way down, down, down to the heaven that calls me like a fucking primal drumbeat in my head.
“You’re all I’ve ever fucking wanted, Kat.” I pause, my eyes meeting hers, and after a beat of holding her focus, I give her inner thigh a long line of soft kisses.
“You’re my…” her voice trails off as she trembles and I taste her skin, flicking and licking as I wind upward from her inner thigh to the destination. The throne. My safe haven and harbor. The one thing in the world I know can bring me peace.