Total pages in book: 174
Estimated words: 172061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 574(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 172061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 574(@300wpm)
He seemed to lose whatever control he’d been keeping as I throbbed and pulsed around him, and he fisted the sheets as he began to pound into me.
My body bowed, my hips lifted high to meet with him in a needy, desperate offering.
As he thickened and filled me in the most sublime way.
In a way that was overwhelming and complete.
Total decimation because there was no chance I would be the same.
He met me there.
A roar tearing out of him when he came. Every muscle in his body went rigid as he tucked himself so deep inside me it was exactly as he said.
There was nothing between us.
We were one.
Complete.
Whole.
Taken to a place that was only intended for us.
We rode it forever.
Wave after breaking wave of bliss.
Our bodies joined and our spirits meshed.
Our hearts ravaged and rushed as we stayed like that for the longest time. Sweat slicking our flesh and pants jetting from our mouths.
Our gazes held and our mouths hovering an inch apart.
Then Cash leaned down on one elbow, and his other hand came to my cheek. Gently, he brushed back a piece of matted hair from my face, tucked it behind my ear, his smile full of wonder as he looked down at me.
“Nothing, Little Wallflower. There is nothing better than this.”
FORTY-SIX
CASH
How the hell was this possible?
Couldn’t wrap my head around it as I stared down at Daisy beneath me.
My cock still buried in the clutch of her pussy, aftershocks rolling through her and zinging up my spine.
Motherfucking bliss.
That’s what she was.
Plain and simple.
Except there wasn’t one thing simple or plain about my Wallflower.
Her beauty was so shocking that looking at her felt like witnessing a miracle.
Her trust so full it was mind-blowing.
“You okay?” I finally managed.
I rolled to my side and took her with me so we were facing each other.
She chewed at the inside of her cheek, and those cornflower eyes flitted all over my face like she couldn’t fully process what had happened between us, either.
“I’m shattered, Cash,” she finally said. “Shattered in the best way. I…”
She blinked, and confusion dented that little wrinkle between her brow. “I never dared hope for this, and after last night…”
There were a million questions wrapped in the statement. Every rejection I’d meted since she came here glaring between us.
I set my palm on her cheek, my thumb stroking slow and sure as I gazed over at this woman who had changed everything. One who had stood before me and made me recognize that maybe I wasn’t just purposed for the brutality.
Maybe I was more than living in the shadows and succumbing to the grief.
Maybe…maybe I could stand for something so much more.
“Guess I didn’t expect it, either.”
“What happened?” she asked.
A sigh pilfered free. “Suppose we need to talk.”
I needed to find a way to tell her.
Would she forgive me? Would she understand?
She let go of a soft, throaty laugh. “That would probably be a good idea.”
“Think we’d better clean you up first.”
Maybe I was only delaying. Terrified that she might finally look at me for who I truly was.
So, I scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom, never putting her down as I reached into the shower and turned it on.
I swayed with her in my arms, trying to keep my shit together and not pin her to the wall because the only thing I wanted to do was live in that body, and I had every intention of doing so as often as I could.
When it warmed, I stepped with us into the spray, tilting her head to wet that cinnamon-kissed fall of hair. Those eyes remained pinned on me like she didn’t want to look anywhere else.
Emotion clotted my throat, and I set her onto her feet so I could lather shampoo into her hair.
I washed it thoroughly.
Doting on my girl.
My wife.
Then I turned and did the same to her body.
She moaned as I ran a loofah all over her slicked, shimmery flesh.
Taking my time to quietly worship her.
To show her no matter what, I was always going to take care of her.
When she was rinsed, I reached out and grabbed a towel, enfolded her in it, then wrapped one around my waist.
Then I took her hand and guided her out into the bathroom.
There was something about the shelter of that small room that had me sitting on the floor with my back leaned against the tub and pulling her down onto my lap.
My arms curled around her while I listened to the steady rhythm of her breaths. Letting it calm me because I was about to delve into hazardous territory.
Our hearts thundered in the dusky light of the bathroom. Both of us clearly trying to catch up to the flip that had been made. Silence echoed through the enclosed room, but in it, the understanding was acute.