Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I’d forgotten how beautiful she looked.
She stared at me.
I stared back.
It continued for a while.
Then she entered my penthouse and let the doors shut behind her.
I couldn’t read her right now. My heart was heavy with impending doom. I was afraid, just as afraid as I was every time the doctor read my test results. Her words could change my life forever, break my heart…or put it back together.
She moved into me, her arms resting on mine when I instinctively held on to her waist. She came close, her chin tilted up to meet my gaze. Without her heels, she was dwarfed by my height, but I didn’t mind the strain of my neck to look at her.
I did my best not to misinterpret her affection. This could be the cushion before the blow. This could still be the end, and the love in her eyes was no guarantee that she wouldn’t walk out my door for the last time.
She spoke, her eyes on mine. “I love you.”
I immediately inhaled a breath, felt it fill my lungs, felt the tension leave my shoulders.
“Whatever happens with us, if we get married and have a family, however we have them, they’ll be ours.”
My eyes watered despite how hard I tried to keep the tears back. The film on my eyes was heavy, like raindrops on a windshield. I didn’t just find a woman who loved me unconditionally, but a woman I could only dream of, a woman I hadn’t realized I needed until I found her. Smart. Beautiful. Feisty. Crazy. Passionate. Intense. Difficult. Unapologetic. Fucking perfect. “Are you sure?” I swallowed, forcing the emotion back into my throat where it belonged.
“I can love any child like they’re my own, but I can’t love any man the way I love you.”
“Baby…” Speechless, I couldn’t form words. My eyes shifted back and forth as I looked into hers, experiencing real love for the first time. With my ex, that wasn’t real. This was real. It was real, true, flawless. “I…I don’t know what to say.”
“We could do something that doesn’t require you to say anything at all.” Her eyes dropped down to my lips, one hand planting against my hard stomach.
I couldn’t suppress the quirk of my lips, the way she made me smile, the way she always made me smile. She walked into my life like a fucking tornado, but she loved me with the power of a storm, burned me hot like the sun.
My hand gripped her ass the way she liked, and I tugged her into me—and kissed her hard.
My hand fisted her hair, the strands wrapped around my wrists, my fingers deep into her scalp until I could grab her skull. A single arm was strong enough to hold my body over hers, and I rocked my hips into her slowly, sliding into that tightness I’d missed every day like crazy.
I watched every breath she took.
Watched the way her lips parted in the sexiest way.
Watched the way her eyes closed involuntarily, like she was swept away in the greatest high she’d ever known.
She moaned for me, dug her nails into my chest as she dragged them to my stomach. Folded up underneath me and wide open, she took my length with more enthusiasm than she ever had before, her moans distinct and animalistic. When she was about to come, she grabbed my ass and yanked me inside her, her back arching as she reached the stars again.
My dick slid through her come and my own, tight and sticky, anxious to release again because she was the most erotic experience I’d ever had. There was no woman who held a candle to her, no woman who could ever compare.
She was it for me.
I should have known it the moment we met, when she held her ground and told me off without flinching.
I should have known this was the woman I needed in my life.
She squeezed my hips as she came, her hips bucking uncontrollably against me, her nails slicing me like little knives.
I loved the pain. I loved the sting.
It hurt so good.
My hand left her hair and supported my weight, my hips moving farther between her thighs, and then I pounded until release, giving out a satisfied moan as I filled her with another load of myself.
She pulled me close, her hands in my hair, her lips moving against mine, like she wanted more even though we were both fully satisfied. Whenever she was with me, she gave it her all, gave all of her passion and desire, unafraid to be sexy, to tell me exactly how she wanted it, when she wanted it.
She wasn’t shy.
And I fucking loved that.
We hit the bottom of the crescendo, our bodies tired and our eyes locked on each other. Sweaty and hot, we remained together, the moisture acting as glue between us. I moved into her and pressed another kiss to her lips, a soft and gentle one, the closer to the best lovemaking we’d ever shared. “I love you.” I’d never said those words with such emotion, with such depth from my soul.