Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“I get it,” I tell him. “I knew John moving here without me wasn’t a good idea, but I let him go.”
Nate nods in understanding. “After I caught her cheating, I lost myself for a while. I was drinking and partying. I hit rock bottom, but my family was there to pick me up. They’re my strength. I don’t know what I would do without them.”
“I love that,” I say, swallowing down the ball of emotion lodged in my throat. “That’s what I want. A family. A home. I felt it when my mom was alive, but when she died, it’s like she took the magic with her. Now, I have no one but me.”
“You could have me,” Nate says softly, framing the sides of my face.
“Only temporarily,” I murmur, torn between wishing I’d never met Nate and wanting to simply enjoy every moment I have with him.
He releases a harsh breath and nods.
“But we have London,” I point out, forcing a smile to lighten the mood.
“And Bath,” he adds, his eyes filled with want as he looks down at me.
“And Bath,” I agree, my stomach knotting at the thought of never seeing Nate again. Of my getting on the plane and him turning into nothing more than a memory.
Our eyes lock for several seconds, and a silent agreement is made between us.
Tonight is all we can have.
Tonight, we can be selfish and take what we want.
But tomorrow, we’ll have to part ways.
And then our mouths collide in a needy and desperate kiss, our tongues caressing one another. Nate tastes like lust mixed with heartbreak, and I vow to stay in the moment. Tomorrow, when I’m alone once again, I’ll allow myself to grieve him, to miss him, but for tonight, I’m going to enjoy him.
His taste.
His touch.
The way he makes me feel.
Nate lifts me into his arms and carries me over to the bed. He lays me gently on my back and then breaks the kiss so he can remove my clothes. First, my shirt comes off and then my bra.
When my breasts are exposed, he takes a moment to give them attention. He licks one nipple, eliciting a moan out of me, while he rolls the other between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it with the perfect amount of pressure to send waves of pleasure straight to my core.
He takes my pants and underwear off next, leaving me completely naked under him. I’m about to tell him to take his clothes off, but before I can get the words out, he sits up and drags his shirt over his head, giving me a spectacular view of his body.
“You make me want to work out,” I murmur, reaching up and gliding my fingers down the ridges that make up his six-pack.
“You’re perfect just the way you are,” he says as he pushes his shorts and boxers down his legs and tosses them to the side.
His cock springs free, bobbing against his stomach, and my mouth waters at the sight in front of me. I haven’t had sex in five months, and I’m desperate for some dick.
Nate spreads my thighs farther apart and then drops his hands to either side of my head, his body lowering to mine. He holds himself up enough not to crush me, but with his body flush against mine, I can feel his hard length pressed against my belly.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks, his eyes meeting mine. “I don’t want to ruin the mood, but you just got out of a relationship…”
“That was over before I even got on the plane,” I admit out loud. “I appreciate your concern, and I’d be lying if I said I was one hundred percent over him because feelings can’t get shut off like a light switch. But I want this…” I reach between us and wrap my fingers around his shaft, stroking it from root to tip to make my point. “I want you.”
I must convince him because without another word, his mouth presses against mine for a quick toe-curling kiss.
When he pulls back, I whimper, not wanting him to stop.
But then he peppers kisses along my jawline and then whispers, “I’m just getting started,” into my ear, and his words, mixed with his warm breath, send a bolt of electricity through my body, hitting me straight between my legs.
I tighten my thighs around his hips, craving the friction. It’s been too damn long since I’ve gotten off by anything other than my toys and fingers.
He brushes his lips down my neck, stopping to suck on the sensitive areas of my flesh while I run my fingers through his hair, wanting to touch him anywhere I can.
When he doesn’t stop at my breasts and he keeps descending, kissing my belly and then my hip bones, I’m confused—until he gives the hood of my pussy a kiss and then pushes my thighs apart, exposing me.