Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 45996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
"Hey," she says, her voice a little breathless.
"Hi," I answer, my hands settling on her hips. "You look good up there."
She grins, that smile that always gets to me, and leans down to kiss me again. Her hands work at the buttons of my shirt, pushing it open. I sit up enough to pull it off, then reach for hers. The fabric slides over her head and I toss it aside. She’s not wearing a bra. The sight of her bare breasts in the moonlight makes my mouth go dry.
"Beautiful," I say, my voice gravelly. I cup them in my palms, thumbs brushing over her nipples. She gasps softly and arches into my touch. "Ride me. I want to watch you."
She bites her lip, her eyes sparkling with that mix of shyness and heat that drives me crazy. "You like that?"
"Love it," I admit, my hands sliding down to her jeans. "Please."
She laughs softly and stands to shimmy out of her jeans and underwear. I do the same, kicking mine off the bed. Then she’s back, straddling me, her body warm and soft against mine. I can feel how ready she is, the heat of her against my cock. I groan and grip her hips.
“Pill?”
She nods, eyes locking with mine. “Everyday.”
"Then, take what you want," I tell her, my voice rough with need. "Use me. I want to feel you come on me."
She leans down and kisses me, slow and deep, while her hand reaches between us. She wraps her fingers around me and guides me to her entrance. The first push inside her is slow, deliberate. She sinks down inch by inch, her body taking me perfectly. I watch her face the whole time. The way her eyes flutter closed. The way her lips part. The way she bites her lip when I’m fully seated inside her.
"Fuck," I breathe, my hands tightening on her hips. "You feel so good."
She starts to move then. Slow at first, rolling her hips in a way that makes me see stars. Up and down, a steady rhythm that’s got me gripping the sheets. Her hands are on my chest for balance, her nails digging in. I can't stop watching her. Every slow roll of her hips steals my attention, her hair cascading over her shoulders like she doesn't have a care in the world. Then she lifts her eyes to mine, and everything else disappears.
"Yes," I say, my voice deep and encouraging. "Just like that. You’re so sexy. Riding me. Taking what you want."
She laughs breathlessly, the sound turning into a moan when I thrust up to meet her. The pace picks up. She rides me harder, faster, her body moving with a confidence that makes me crazy. I slide one hand between us, my thumb finding her clit, circling it in time with her movements. She gasps my name and I feel her tighten around me.
"Come for me," I tell her, my voice rough. "I want to feel you. I want to watch you fall apart on top of me."
She does. Her whole body tenses, her head falling back as she comes with a soft cry. The sight of her, the feel of her pulsing around me, pushes me right to the edge. I thrust up into her a few more times, chasing my own release, and when it hits it’s like everything in me breaks apart and comes back together at the same time. I groan her name and hold her hips steady as I come deep inside her.
We stay this way for a long moment, both of us breathing hard. She collapses forward onto my chest, her hair tickling my skin. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close, my heart still racing.
"That was..." she starts, then laughs softly against my neck. "Fun. Really fun."
I grin and press a kiss to her temple. "Yeah."
She lifts her head to look at me, her eyes soft and happy. "You make it easy to be that way with you. I like that."
"I’m falling for you," I say simply, because it’s true and because I want her to hear it. "Hard."
She smiles and kisses me, slow and sweet. We stay tangled together for a while longer, talking in soft voices about nothing and everything. The plan. My brothers. The concert. The way it feels to be here, like this, after everything. Eventually we clean up and crawl under the covers. She curls against my side, her head on my shoulder, one leg thrown over mine. I stroke her hair absently, the strands soft between my fingers.
Tomorrow we start making calls. Getting my brothers here. Preparing for the concert. But right now, with Sadie asleep in my arms and the ocean keeping time outside, I let myself have this. The quiet. The closeness. The feeling that maybe we’re building something real in the middle of all the danger. Something worth fighting for. Something that started with a reluctant drive from Halo City and has become the best thing I never saw coming.