Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 171450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 857(@200wpm)___ 686(@250wpm)___ 572(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 171450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 857(@200wpm)___ 686(@250wpm)___ 572(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” Graves said, still not moving.
“Please,” she mewled, shifting her hips.
He grunted, his hands tightening on her hips. The movements quick and precise, and immediately turned to nearly fever pitch. Pulling out in long strokes and burying himself back into her until her ass, which had been hanging off the edge, was shifted up onto the table with the force of his movements.
“Graves,” she gasped, reaching for him.
She snagged his hand, pulling it toward her. He pressed a kiss to her knuckle. Their eyes met, and it was like time stood still. The world was right again. This was where they were always meant to be.
They came together in that moment. Desperate and electric and in love.
And as he came down, his eyes looking at her through thick lashes, something like peace settled into her bones.
He kissed her knee before sliding out of her. “Come on, you.” He pulled her boneless body into his arms. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
She nestled against his chest, feeling as if she could instantly fall asleep with the relief and joy in her heart. He carried her up the stairs and into the bathroom. Graves set her on the edge of the bath as he ran the water.
He carefully removed her necklaces and lifted her into the tub. She settled against a jet as he slipped into the water. He turned her hand over and pressed a kiss on the inside of her wrist.
“Come here.”
She moved to his lap, letting him secure an arm around her middle. “This is the life.”
“With you in my arms? Always.”
Heat rolled off their backs and soothed their aching muscles. Goose bumps raised on her skin as he gently helped her wash. She could have lived in this moment of peace with Graves forever.
The here. The now.
They were always running from something. But tonight, it was just them.
She shifted against his lap, and he pushed her down harder. “Careful.”
“What am I being careful of?” she asked as she straddled his hips and placed her hands behind his neck.
“If you don’t want me to fuck you again so soon…”
“Who said that I didn’t?” She twirled her hips in figure eights, feeling him immediately come to attention at her movements.
“Well, in that case,” he said, then he laughed as he moved her across the tub and up against the rim, setting her down on the step. His hand pressed against her chest as she arched backward. “I would like to peruse more thoroughly. I didn’t get very far earlier.”
Then his head dipped to her chest. His mouth closed over a perfectly peaked nipple.
“Oh!” she gasped instead. Her legs wrapped around his hips as his free hand came to the other breast.
His tongue swirled around the bud in tight circles, and when he nipped down on it, his other fingers closed over the other nipple, pinching. The sensations settled securely in her core, a flood of desire pulsing through her.
“Your soft skin,” he groaned. “The taste of your body. The feel of your tits. The way you respond when I do this.” He pinched both nipples, and she arched against him, swiveling her hips. “It’s too much, Wren. Too much. I can’t stop.”
He dove back in, moving to the other nipple and sucking it into his mouth, dragging his teeth against the tender skin, and plucking it between his practiced fingers. She thought she might come just from the attention. If she hadn’t already come twice, it might have done her in.
“Are you just going to tease me?” she pleaded.
His laugh was literal music to her ears. None of the self-loathing. Just pure and undiluted joy. “I’ll do whatever you want, Wren, if you’ll have me.” Then his head dipped to her chest, trailing kisses down her body.
Despite the teasing, his words were real, laced with truth. Anything to have her. And she felt the same.
Her voice was soft, husky, as she said, “I’d like that.”
Then he bodily lifted her into the air and out of the tub. She gasped around a laugh.
“Graves!” she yelled. “I’m soaking wet.”
“Yes. You’re welcome.”
Her next laugh burst out of her as he tossed her down onto the bed. He ripped the comforter down on his side of the bed and settled into it with his hands behind his head.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He crooked a finger at her. She was on all fours and crawled across the bed. Her breasts hanging heavy as her ass was high in the air. Her wet hair swishing around her shoulders. She tried to throw a leg over his hips, but he pushed it away.
She glared up at him. “I thought…”
“Sit on my face.”
“You’re going to suffocate.”
“Then I’ll die happy,” he said as he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her over him.
She laughed, tossing her head back as his tongue assaulted her clit again. She tried to lift from him, but his hands were on her ass, pulling her back into position. She settled onto his face. Her hands came to the headboard to hold her up and take some weight off her legs.