Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 103754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
She’s in the shower not five minutes later. Frowning with a face covered in shaving cream, I analyze the bruising that remains. The swelling has gone down, though it’s still tender around the one eye. Otherwise, it feels good to shave again now that most of the soreness has gone away. Looking worse for wear is apparently an aphrodisiac for my girl, so I’m not wasting any opportunities that present themselves.
She opens the door and peeks out. “I can’t stop thinking about how you said you want the world to see us together.”
I drag the blade through the soapy water in the sink, catching her eye in the reflection of the mirror, and grin—wild and goofy at the same time. I feel my age for the first time in years, rather than the old soul I’m always told I am. “What has you thinking about that?”
Her hair is wet and still cut crooked. If I had known she wasn’t going to fix my sloppy haircut, I would have made a better effort to keep it straight. But like her, I like it. It’s not perfect, just like we aren’t. Water drips from the tips and off her chin, but she doesn’t seem to mind getting the rug wet.
“Because Gregory, my mom, and even my father sometimes used to center everything on me. Gregory would say that other guys would be jealous when they see me, or he couldn’t wait to show me off.” I hate his fucking face and pretentious name. I hate that he paraded her on his arm like a trophy he’d won. I fucking hate that bastard. I grit my teeth when I turn around because she deserves more than my back. “My mom used to talk about guys wanting to talk to me because I would look particularly attractive one night or another, and my father . . . there always seemed to be a clause with the extortion regarding my appearance.”
I’m not sure what I did that was so different, but I set the razor down on the counter and cross the bathroom. “Anyone is lucky to be with you, but it’s not because of how gorgeous you are, which you are. It’s because of who you are that has captivated my soul and made it yours for the taking.”
Running her wet fingers across my chin, she eyes it before her gaze reaches mine. “That’s just it. I’m not arm candy. I’m an equal in your eyes. You see me, and that’s so incredibly sexy.”
“Sexy, huh?” The towel wrapped around my middle never stood a chance against the vision of those full pink lips. My body’s reaction is instant, and when the towel falls, I take it as the sign it is. Running my hand around the side of her slick neck, I kiss her and then deepen it as I walk her back into the shower stall and close the door behind me. The steam billows from the spray as I slide my hands down over her body.
I kiss my way across her jaw, then bend to tackle her neck with my lips, a carnal instinct kicking in to mark her as mine. I flatten my hand over her stomach and go lower, desperate to feel her pussy wrapped around me again. But no way am I passing up the opportunity to watch her come beforehand.
When I slide a finger through the silk of her slit, she moans before I swallow it whole, relishing the feel of her ecstasy against my lips. I pull back, realizing I not only want to feel her but I also want to hear everything she can’t keep inside. My mouth waters for the taste of her euphoria, my name rolling off her tongue, and her body trembles as she loses herself in the love we make.
Water pools in the divots where her shoulders meet her neck, and I lower to lap it up as my hands knead the soft skin of her tits. Turning her head, her lips against my ear, she whispers, “I can’t wait to feel you inside me again.”
My dick twitches, my heart sent into overdrive to thunder in my chest. But it’s my head, the thought of her wanting me inside her that stirs my core, already demanding an early release. Her hand comes around my cock as I slide my tongue across her collarbone while holding her against the wall of the shower. I lift to bring her higher, not sure I have the patience to wait to plow into her when she talks to me like that. The graze of her tongue across my shoulder pulls me back from the brink of existence to savor the here and now, her and the ecstasy of gratification ahead of us. I bite, igniting a gasp from the shallower parts of her chest. My cravings only harden my dick. “I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you, Spark,” I whisper in need to please her, and to get off again.