Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
His arms tighten around my waist, and he pulls me more snugly against him. “The other night, I had the dream again. I was out on the boat, which I hadn’t been on in years. But this time, it wasn’t Sally on the deck with me. It was you.”
My heart sinks. “Me?”
He nods. “We were enjoying a day together, and it didn’t feel off at all. I didn’t even realize right away it was the same dream because this time, everything felt right. You were wearing sunglasses and a white cover-up over your bathing suit. But then you stood and took it all off. You asked me if I’d ever been skinny-dipping, and then you jumped in the water. And as soon as you hit the water, that panic came back. I remembered what was going to happen. I dove in after you, but I’ve had the dream so many times, I knew how it would end. The same way it always ends, with me desperately reaching for someone I can never hold again.”
The way he says that cuts deep, and since I can hold him right now, I do.
I close my eyes and rest my head against his chest. My arms reach around his muscular back, and I hold him as tight as I can.
Then he speaks again. “But I was wrong. This time was different. I plunged my arms into the water, and I ripped you from the ocean’s deadly clutches. You were wet, and you were scared, but you were there, and you were mine. I held you in my arms, and you held me right back, and… it was like the nightmare was finally letting me go. It was like I finally had a second chance.” He leans in so his forehead is resting against mine. “You were my second chance, Gemma.”
My eyes fill with tears because I want to be so badly.
But it was just a dream.
I can’t say that to him, though. Not right now. Not after what he just shared.
Then his lips find mine, and I kiss him back with the same desperate hunger.
When he lifts me and carries me back toward the bed, I’m as eager as he is to get there.
His hands are greedy and rough as they squeeze and caress my skin, running his hand over everything he can touch like he’s taking stock of a prized possession. He puts me down right in front of the bed, catching the hem of my dress on the way down so he can grab my ass.
He lets go and searches for a zipper on the back of my dress. When he finds it, he drags it down and pulls the material forward.
He sits me on the edge of the bed and rips his shirt off without bothering to unbutton it. I’m wide-eyed as he pushes the material off his muscular arms and throws it on the floor, then even more turned on when he looms over me, his sun-kissed, muscled chest and abdomen on full display.
He’s so beautiful.
I lick my lips and look up at him.
He reaches out and grazes my bottom lip with the blunt end of his thumb, then gets back to undressing me.
He drags down my dress, his mouth grazing every newly exposed inch of my body with a searing heat.
My god, I’ve never been touched like this before—even by him.
He’s not kissing me, he’s consuming me. I’ll be ashes by the time he’s done with me, but I’m too caught up to reach for a bucket of water to save myself.
He hoists me and yanks the dress away from my body, then throws me back on the middle of the bed. I’m startled, but it quickly melts away when he comes down on top of me.
His weight feels strangely reassuring as he presses down on me. I rest my hands on his broad shoulders and kiss him back when he kisses me.
His mouth leaves a trail of wet kisses down my neck, my breasts, my stomach, and doesn’t stop until he reaches the top of my panties. His greedy fingers hook into the front of the flimsy material, then he’s dragging it down, following the path with his mouth and kissing his way down my thighs.
“I love the taste of you,” he says hotly, pulling my panties off and tossing them on the floor.
“Hayden—” My voice breaks over his name.
Before I can say a thing else, his mouth latches onto my pussy, and I cry out, sinking my fingers into his hair.
He growls around my clit as he tongues it, and the vibrations shoot through me like a bolt of lightning.
I can’t believe a man can make me feel this way. No man ever has before him. They’ve never even come close.
His fingers spread me open, then he angles his tongue against my clit. My hips arch off the bed as he begins to fuck me with his tongue, hitting that sensitive spot again and again at just the right speed. He’s as relentless at this as he is everything else, so it's maybe a minute later when I feel the desperate elation of an orgasm that’s about to hit.