Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“Josie, wait—”
She ran her hand over his hard length, eliciting a groan. She met his eyes as her hand stroked him, bliss swirling, causing him to forget what he’d been about to say. “Do you want this?” she asked.
Wasn’t that his line? “Yes, God, yes, but—”
She swung a leg off him and maneuvered herself until she’d removed his pants. He sat up slightly, pulling his shirt off so he was lying underneath her, completely naked. “Condom,” he said, pointing to his pants. “Wallet.”
She removed his wallet from his back pocket and pulled the condom out, opening it quickly and sheathing him, her hands trembling as she did so. She climbed back on top, her hand wrapping around his hot, throbbing dick and stroking once more. He put his hand on top of hers, stilling her. Despite the short pause and the condom over his skin, he was close. “Josie, I’ll come if you keep doing that.”
She smiled then, a small tilting of her lips as she climbed off him and removed her workout pants and her sweatshirt but left her bra on. Her eyes moved to his erection, and nervousness skittered across her expression before she quickly schooled it, climbing back on top of him. She took him in her hand, and he watched her as she lowered herself onto him, his vision blurring at the searing pleasure of her hot, wet body squeezing tightly around him.
“God, you feel good,” he said, pressing his head back into the mattress as she began moving, panting his name. He brought his hands up and grasped her hips, his thumb finding the scarred skin on her thigh. He circled it, raising his head to look at the place his hand had found by touch, his heart dipping when he realized it was the spot where the words casting blame had been written. Casus belli.
Oh, fuck. Josie.
She slapped his hand away from her scarred thigh, a kind of panic seizing her expression for a moment. She let out a small gasping sound, part annoyance, part sob, as she grabbed his hands and held them down at his sides, her movements becoming jerky, uncoordinated. Zach stilled, watching her as her expression crumbled and her fingers dug into the soft underside of his arms, bringing him solidly into the present. “Josie, hey, it’s okay. We don’t have to—”
“No,” she said loudly, bouncing up and down on him, her movements frantic, expression slightly wild.
Zach attempted to move his hips, to sit up, take her in his arms, soothe her, offer comfort. She hadn’t been ready for this. He cursed himself. He’d gotten too caught up, hadn’t read her right.
“No, please,” she practically sobbed, panic flaring in her eyes. “Please.” She brought her head down, kissing him harshly, sloppily. “Please,” she whispered against his lips, her hips still moving. He felt the tears coursing down her cheeks, and his heart twisted at her sadness, at the way this was obviously causing her such deep distress. “Please, Zach,” she whispered again. She wanted this, needed it, maybe. Perhaps to prove to herself she could, perhaps to dispel her memories. He was confused, unsure of the right thing to do. Wanting only to lessen her pain. To be there for her in the way she needed him to be. And yet despite it all, his body continued to react to hers, to the feel of her grasping warmth surrounding him, to her scent, her.
He hesitated, uncertain, but then followed his instincts, taking her wrists and flipping her onto her back. She closed her eyes, tears still tracking down her cheeks. She was shaking. “Look at me, Josie,” he said, beginning to move slowly, his hips rotating. She opened her eyes, her expression still distressed, confused. “Look at me, in my eyes. You’re safe. We can stop anytime you want. Even now.” He pressed inside her and pulled back. “I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you, but I’ll stop if you need me to. You know that, right?” She blinked up at him, her expression clearing. She nodded, and then her legs wrapped slowly around his hips as he moved within her.
He couldn’t help the moan that came up from his chest. “That’s it. Feel me, Josie. It’s just us here, no one else. Just us. And I’ll stop if you want me to.”
She watched him for a moment, her eyes moving over his expression, tears ceasing. Her mouth opened, and she let out a small sigh. Her inner muscles were so tight, clasped firmly around him as he moved in and out, in and out, setting a slow yet steady rhythm. Their gazes were locked, and he watched her face for any hint of distress. But her expression remained calm, gaze trusting, heart and soul right in her eyes. Christ, it was intimate. He felt connected to her in every way possible. Zach had never experienced such profound communion as he did in that moment. It shook him to his core. It made the experience so incredibly intense. His balls drew up tight, his stomach muscles tensing. He was going to come. He tried to hold out, tried to give her more time, but he couldn’t help it. “Josie, oh God,” he gasped. He pulled out and pressed in once more, her muscles sucking at him, milking him, as he groaned long and loud with the extreme pleasure of his orgasm, his skin breaking out in goose bumps.