Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“I haven’t pissed anyone off lately but you,” she pointed out.
I snorted. “You never pissed me off, baby.”
Her hands slid up my tummy and stopped just under my chin, right over each collar bone.
Then she pressed down hard as she tried to pull away.
“I don’t want to let you go,” I told her bluntly. “I want to disrobe you, throw you down on that bed, and remind you what you’ve been missing these last ten days.”
She scoffed. “You can’t remind me what I’ve been missing when I’ve been reminding myself. I don’t need a man to point out the obvious.”
I let her go, but only because I needed to strip my own clothes off.
She eyed me warily.
“What do you need a man for, then?” I asked as I dropped my shirt to the floor.
My boots, socks, and jeans went next.
All the while, she watched me warily as she backed farther and farther into the cabin’s main room.
The bed was on the far wall, while the kitchen was on the opposite with a small bathroom and a living space splitting the two.
She had to bob and weave around the couch to get to the bed where she stood warily.
“I don’t need a man for anything,” she denied.
“Nothing?” I teased, moving closer and closer.
When I was within touching distance, I dropped my underwear to my feet and stepped out of them.
She shivered in delight, but I could tell that her eyes were held solid at my chest level, not daring to drift lower.
I stepped as close as my dick allowed, then reached for her shirt.
She allowed me to take it off.
The same thing happened with her bra, pants, and underwear.
She’d already taken her shoes and socks off, leaving her bare to my gaze when I was through.
“This is a bad idea,” she grumbled darkly.
No, it was the best damn idea I’d had in days.
“This is the best idea I’ve had in a long time,” I disagreed. “I need to remind myself that you’re alive, and the best way I can think to make that happen is to sink myself inside of you.”
Which was the next step.
Taking a step forward, I pulled her into my arms, turned, and then fell backward on the bed.
She gasped with delight when she landed on top of me with a thud, then stared at me with surprise as I didn’t immediately start doing anything.
Instead, I held her.
Then I showed her what it was to love her.
I touched every single part of her with calloused hands.
Hands that took in every single inch of her pink, healthy skin.
CHAPTER 17
Bake someone happy.
-T-shirt
GRACELYNN
“Gracie,” he said as he held me while touching me with light, gentle strokes.
God, I loved how he was saying my name.
Even more so, I loved that his hands were on me.
I loved that he’d laid it all out.
I fuckin’ loved him.
Lord help me, I loved him.
I’d already come to the conclusion earlier, of course.
The only thing was, I wasn’t ready to admit it to him. Because, again, I’d given that power to a man before, and look how that’d turned out for me.
Hypothermia. And miscarriage. Homelessness. Learning how to live on the street and not be mishandled by, you guessed it, men.
But Jeremiah’s fingers were erasing my worries one delicate stroke at a time.
They were trailing up the delicate skin of my neck, down by the strands of hair that’d escaped my ponytail at the back of my neck, then trailed even farther down the length of my spine.
I groaned as he came to the split in my booty cheeks.
I giggled when those fingers ghosted on farther down, not quite sinking into the crevice, but definitely not shying away from it either.
“I want all of you,” he growled. “It’s not enough that I took your virginity. It’s not enough that each time you kiss me, I know that I’m the only man that you’ve had. I want to take your every first. I want to have your first ‘I love you.’ I want to be the first and only man you sleep through the night with in a cabin getaway in the woods. I want to be the first boss that you love and hate to leave. I want to take everything from you. Even this.”
His ‘this’ was definitely my ass.
He stopped tickling long enough to squeeze my butt so hard that it hurt.
There was definitely a little punishment in there, too.
I licked my lips. “I’ll try that with you one day… but not today.”
Today would be for reacquainting.
Which he most certainly did.
With his mouth.
His hands.
His cock.
By the time that I was a panting, feverish mess on the bed, and he was wiping his lips clean, I could barely lift my head.
Not even when he slid his cock into me gently and showed me the Jeremiah Crow version of ‘making love.’