Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 65683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
His lips moved from mine, descending down my neck—pecking, nipping, licking. My head extended back even though I whimpered at the loss of his mouth against mine.
It was slow and instinctual.
Further surrendering to his touch, to his love, to the man who owned my heart and soul.
“Van ... please kiss me again.”
He eyed me with a predatory regard. “I will.” He grinned. “But first, I’m going to kiss you down there.”
Roughly gripping my thighs, he slid my ass down to the edge of the table, where he tore my clothes and panties off next. Once I was naked, he dropped to the floor and sucked my clit into his mouth.
I gasped a heady breath, turned on but also startled by his aggressive gesture. He took his time. Inch by inch, leaving me breathless beneath him, working me into a frenzy.
Kissing.
Licking.
Making love to me with his skilled tongue.
I sat up on my elbows and pleaded, “Please...” My back arched when he did exactly what I asked.
I exploded, coming so hard I think I blacked out for a moment. “Vaughan...” I purred his name.
I watched as he threw off his shirt and freed his huge, hard cock. Placing his shaft along my opening, he soaked the tip with my wetness and parted my lips. Slowly and deliberately swaying up and down, he knew my clit was still sensitive from his relentless tongue.
“You…” That was all I could say.
In one hard thrust, he was deep inside me.
My hands gripped the edge of the table while he slammed in and out of me. I could feel my core clamping onto his cock, tighter and tighter with each push and pull of his dick.
With each moan that escaped my lips.
With each deep thrust of his cock.
I lost myself to him.
Coming.
Spasming.
Trembling.
I couldn’t stop.
He leaned forward, resting his forehead on mine to stare deep into my hooded eyes.
Our hearts pounded.
Our skin was covered in sweat.
Our lungs were completely out of breath.
He made love to me, oblivious to everything around us.
Vanished in our abandonment.
In our own world.
In our own everything.
When he moved his hands to my clit, my breathing escalated. “Yeah, Tru, just like that ... give it to me...”
He kissed me more aggressively than before and gripped the back of my neck, wanting to bring me closer to him. Our lips moved on their own accord, no longer having any control over our actions.
He kissed my jawline to my neck and then deliberately made his way back up to my mouth.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, roughly gripping my hips.
Moving harder, faster, for his pleasure and mine. My body was on the verge of shuddering as I took his vigorous assault.
Both our mouths parted, breathless, riding the high and waiting to fall over the edge.
Together.
He plunged his tongue into my mouth when he felt me throb against him, pulsating long and tight. Muffling my screams.
I was his undoing.
Another groan escaped from deep within his chest as he came so hard and deep inside me.
Both of us tried to catch our breaths.
Our thoughts.
Our emotions.
Until he growled, “I love you, Tru.” Making me feel whole again.
It was only then I finally admitted…
“I love you too, Vaughan.”
It was all he needed to hear except for the sound of my slight moans and gasps as he kissed and devoured every square inch of me.
We hadn’t even closed the door.
It was wide open. Whatever, let them see.
It wasn’t just sex or us making love for the first time after all these years.
It was more than that.
It was coming home.
We were home.
CHAPTER 35
TRU
“It’s for the best, you know,” Sandra said over a martini the next night. “That boy’s nothing but trouble, just like his father. Better you settled down, then have your fun.”
Evil witch.
“Anyway, it’s not like you could have kept him. His father would have never allowed it. He has big dreams for him, and none of them have to do with staining the perfect family name with a glorified orphan he had to take in. Commit too many sins, and you have a lot to cover up.”
I shook away the memory.
I thought she’d been talking about me.
She’d been talking about Vaughan the whole time.
I turned in Van’s arms. We were both still naked. I hadn’t closed the door, and we’d had sex three times in the past eight hours.
He moaned my name in his sleep and constantly reached for me like I was going to disappear. I trailed my finger down his jaw. “You awake?”
“No,” he grumbled. “I’m so tired.”
“You put in a lot of work all day yesterday. Lots of hard time.”
“It hurts to laugh.”
“I didn’t mean to kick you. It was the angle.”
He cursed. “I probably have a broken rib, and when I tell Coach I’m no longer qualified for the draft, he’ll ask me what took me out, and I’ll point at you and be like the short one, she has a temper on her, wildcat in bed, worth it.”