Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 29299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
I press a kiss to her palm. “I’m not.”
Her breath trembles faintly.
“Good,” she whispers.
I guide her backward slowly until her hips meet the edge of the counter. My hands settle at her waist again, firm but steady.
“You sure?” I ask quietly.
“Yes.”
“Last chance to run.”
She smiles.
“I’m not running from this.”
“Good.”
I kiss her again, deeper now, letting my restraint melt without losing control. Her hands move more confidently, sliding over my shoulders, down my chest. Her fingers curl into the fabric of my shirt, tugging slightly.
“You’re still too dressed,” she murmurs.
A grin tugs at my mouth. “Bossy.”
“Maybe.”
I step back just long enough to pull my shirt over my head. Her eyes trace over me, unashamed.
“That better?” I ask.
Her lips part slightly. “Much.”
I step forward again, lifting her easily onto the counter. She gasps softly, hands gripping my shoulders.
“I like when you do that,” she says.
“I know.”
“How?”
“Because you stop pretending you’re in control.”
Her eyes flash. “I don’t need control.”
“No,” I murmur, stepping between her knees. “You need trust.”
I press my forehead to hers again. Her hands slide into my hair, pulling me down for another kiss.
This one feels different.
Reverent.
Slow.
When we finally break apart, she rests her head against my chest, listening to my heartbeat. I wrap my arms around her fully, holding her against me.
For the first time in years, loving someone doesn’t feel like betrayal.
It feels like expansion.
Like the house didn’t lose something.
It gained.
I press a kiss to the top of her head.
“You’re not my second chance,” I say quietly.
“What am I?”
“My next chapter.”
She smiles against my skin. “I can live with that.”
I pull back just enough to look at her. “No more halfway.”
“No more almost.”
I brush my thumb over her bottom lip. “You ready to build something real with me?”
She nods. “Yes.”
I kiss her again — slow, certain, unafraid as I weave my hands through her hair, my lips brushing against hers. And then I need more. I lift her into my arms and carry her down the hallway to my bedroom.
I can feel her heart racing, her breath hitching as I trail kisses down her neck, my hand sliding up her waist to lift her shirt over her head. I lightly dust my fingers over her t-shirt, then cup her breast gently through the cotton, teasing her nipple before sliding a palm under the hem and pulling down the cup and taking her soft nipple into my mouth.
She sighs, her body responding to mine as I nip and knead, her breath becoming ragged. I work at the button on her jeans, pushing them down her thighs. I'm too eager to wait, spinning her around and guiding her over my bed. I knead her soft ass cheeks, yanking her panties down and fastening my mouth on her warm pussy. I lick her in slow, hard strokes, tonguing her slit and biting gently, adding my fingers to the mix as I sink one, then a second into her. My hand works against her, my mouth sucking at her soaked slit, until her legs begin to quiver.
I hold her waist with one hand, grinding her pussy against my face until she comes hard, her body shaking and her knees buckling. I own her body, slamming her against mine, cradling her against me as I spin and guide us back onto the bed. She kicks off her jeans, and I grip her panties, tearing at the fabric, tossing it aside before I press my cock against her pussy. She slides against me, the feel of her hot core against my thick cock driving me crazy. A mix of lust and need floods my system, desire burning brighter, burning deeper.
"Oh my God," she hisses as the tip of my cock presses at her entrance.
"Your sweet pussy is soaked for me, Tessa." I spread her ass cheeks, one finger probing her tight ring of muscle as I clamp my teeth onto her nipple. I pull on it softly, looking up at her. Lightning bolts of awareness shake me. I know. I know without a doubt. It's her. The girl of my dreams. The only woman I want in my future. Forever.
"Oh my God," she gasps, her hips urging my cock into her body. My fist tightens at her waist, my lips moving to her other nipple before one fingertip sinks into her ass. She sucks in a violent breath as my cock pushes past her entrance, making her mine forever.
"Tessa—" I suck at her nipple. "Tessa, Jesus, you’re so warm and tight. So wet and so hot and so perfect for me. I can't control myself around you—you drive me crazy every damn day. You're so beautiful and sweet and perfect, the way you look up at me with those big, round eyes." I pump harder, my rhythm staccatoing with each word. "You're mine, Tessa. You've always been mine." My hand slips between us, the rough pad of my thumb rubbing her clit in waves.