Total pages in book: 206
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded and that must’ve supremely pleased him as he didn’t.
He went harder, he went faster; he pounded and pounded. And I received every single connection of our bodies with a grateful grunt and nails that dug into his backside.
Suddenly, I was up and he was carrying me toward the bed. We didn’t make it. A few steps later, I was against the wall, impaled on him, my fingers in his hair. We were sweaty and grunting like wild animals and I knew I’d have crazy sex bruises and make-up smears all over my body tomorrow. So would he.
“Love you so fucking much,” he grunted.
I was drunk on him; he was my oxygen. He fucked me slow but hard, with power, against that wall and then moved us and put me on my back on the bed. He kept going, speeding up his thrusts and with so much force that there were veins popping on his neck and his forehead.
“Tommy,” I gasped.
He pulled out and got me on all fours on the bed. He put one hand around my throat and the fingers from the other got me by the clit. As he drove into me, he twisted his fingers around below until I was trying to crawl away to get away from the intensity of it, screaming out, and then I was hanging off the bed, my butt in the air, my nails clawing at the rug, him now holding my hip with one hand, circling my clit with his other, and fucking me hard. So hard.
I came hard, whimpering, “I love you, too.” as I cried out into the bed’s dust ruffle.
I told him I loved him? What the fuck?
I can’t believe I said that to him. I’d never said that to Nick, not to the few guys I’d dated before, either. Did I love him?
Did I?
I loved elements of him, but could I love all of him?
Was my emotional outburst really about being relieved that my experiment had seemed to bring about the result I’d hoped for, sort of, that even though it kind of backfired a little, that I’d pulled a reaction out of him that told me that maybe I could get and keep this under control? Me, in control, controlling the control freak by knowing how to handle him, what to give him.
Or was I so relieved that I could do this because I did love him? I loved the possibilities of being in love, the moments of sweet, the fierce protection he’d shown me. I didn’t know. I just didn’t fucking know.
He grunted my name and came inside of me, and we were both breathless. He pulled me back up onto the bed. Me on my belly, him laying on my back and then after a minute of kissing me all over my shoulders and the back of my neck, he rolled and took me with him so my back was against his front and kissed me on the earlobe.
“I love you, baby girl. You have no fucking clue how much. You mean everything to me. Everything.”
I glanced back at him and his eyes were closed, but there was this look of bliss on his face. Pure bliss. The look on his face crushed me, sent emotion through me that I’d never felt. I squirmed in tight against him, letting him comfort me and hold me. I closed my eyes and heard that poignant chorus in my mind.
I… don’t wanna fall in love… with you.
But I was pretty sure it was too late. He had me. Fucked up as it was, I’d fallen. And it might very well be the demise of me.
I woke up to see Tia sitting in a chair, staring out the window. She was wrapped in the thick hotel robe, her knees up against her chest and her hands around a steaming mug. She was blowing into the cup but staring out the window, looking deep in thought.
I watched her for a long time before she glanced in my direction. When she did, there was a flash of something. Was it regret? Was it fear? It punched me right in the gut, but then it disappeared, and she got a shy little smile on her face.
Was she putting on a mask for me or was she just torn up inside with conflicting emotions just like me?
I smiled and opened my arms wide for her. She took a sip, put the cup down on the table beside her, and then climbed up onto the bottom of the bed and crawled from the end of the bed toward me slowly, the sexy little smile growing bigger the closer she got. I’d opened my arms wanting to hold her close and snuggle her tight but okay, I could deal with this, too.