Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
She lets out a strangled noise that tells me she has no idea how crazy she makes me. Her body is shaking, thighs quivering under my hands, and I know she’s close. I keep my tongue moving, slow and gentle, flicking over her clit until her breath catches and her hips jerk up off the mattress. She lets out a loud, desperate sob, and my cock leaks because I know I did that. I did that to my girl.
She explodes for me, body arching, silky walls clenching. I keep licking, softer now, drawing out every last aftershock until she’s a trembling mess, moaning my name in a voice so fucking raw it nearly undoes me.
I kiss her sweet pussy, then slowly work my way up, dragging my mouth over her belly, tasting sweat and satisfaction. Her hands find my shoulders, clinging, nails digging in like she never wants to let go. Perfect.
When I reach her mouth, I claim it with a slow, deep kiss and feel her melt underneath me all over again. Her taste is pure Roni, and I’m instantly addicted. I never want to stop kissing her. I want to make this her new baseline. I want her waking up every morning with my mouth on hers and falling asleep every night knowing she’s mine.
My hands tangle in her wild hair while she tugs me even closer. She’s not gentle. Not shy. She’s greedy for every inch of me, and I fucking love it.
She’s so greedy, so hungry for me, it nearly blows my mind. I drag her up, settle her right on my chest, and hold her there like a goddamn treasure. My body goes into caveman mode, and I want to keep her right here, wrapped up and helpless, forever.
Roni tucks her head under my chin and sighs, all soft and satisfied. Her fingers trace random patterns over my ribs, which is probably the greatest thing I’ve ever felt in my life, and I swear I could just melt straight into the mattress. All the tension I’ve carried for years? Gone. Just like that.
I pull the blanket up over us, tangle my legs with hers, and kiss the top of her head for good measure. She makes this sleepy little noise and snuggles deeper into my side.
Yeah. This is perfect. My girl, my bed, my forever.
I fall asleep smiling like a damn idiot.
CHAPTER NINE
RONI
I wake up to the heavenly scent of coffee and cinnamon rolls. Stretching, I wonder where my caveman is. Then I hear a savage growl and realize Nathan is reading someone the riot act on the phone.
Another perfect day waking up in Nathan Brennan’s bed. I take a second to let it sink in, just in case I’m dreaming. Nope. There’s the silken tangle of expensive sheets, the faint bruises on my hips, and a distinct soreness in my girly bits. Not a dream. This is my actual life now. We’ve been living in our perfect dream world for a few days now, and I’m dreading when real life injects its ugly mug.
I roll out of bed, find one of Nathan’s T-shirts, and throw it on. It reaches mid-thigh and still smells like him. The combination of fancy cologne, fresh laundry, and a sinful undertone wakes up my hussy side. I float toward the kitchen and discover Nathan growling into his cell phone as he takes cinnamon rolls out of the oven.
He pours coffee into a travel mug, wearing nothing but low-slung joggers that turn my insides to goo. The grumpy look of a man who’s barely slept and has a million things to do turns into a bright smile when he glances up and sees me. He doesn’t even try to hide how he checks me out, eyes going from my bare legs to my bedhead to my face like he’s trying to memorize every detail. Holy moly.
“You look better in that shirt than I do,” he says, voice a little rough. “But you’ll look even better without it.” He sets the oven tray on a hot pad and stalks over to me. He doesn’t waste time on words. He just leans in and kisses me, hot and deep, and my brain does a full system reboot.
I loop my arms around his neck and melt against him, desperate for more. This is the perfect way to wake up. He pulls back and leans his forehead against mine. “Good morning, baby.”
“Morning.” I smile back as he throws an arm around my shoulder. He leads me over to the kitchen counter like I might vanish if he lets go, and I can’t say I hate it. Actually, I kind of love it.
There’s something about the way Nathan is with me in the mornings that turns my insides to hot fudge. He still looks half asleep, hair a disaster, jaw covered in scruff, but he’s got that laser focus on me like there’s nothing else in the world.