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)
I rest my elbows above her shoulders and kiss her once and then again, tasting her tongue as ours tangle together. The urgency to see her, to look into her eyes, penetrates my need to stay steady. I pull back and graze the back of my hand over the sweet pink of her cheeks. Desire becomes too much when a slip of a moan and, “Make love to me,” follows as a plea from the tip of her tongue.
A hint of rapture has me pushing into her consuming heat. The release of a sigh relaxes her shoulders against the mattress as if this is what she needed as much as I did. Her arms tighten around me, and her kisses dot my neck. I tuck my arms under her to hold her just as tight, pulling my dick out and pushing with more power each time.
The slick of our bodies has us finding a rhythm together as the vibration between us overcomes all else. The spur of heels to my ass, the exhalations remind me of a symphony leading to the big finale, and the extraordinary sensation when I’m deep inside her. It’s so good. “You feel incredible, babe.” I kiss her head without missing a thrust or pull as I drive into her, seeking relief and pleasure.
But my mind plays tricks on me—the desire for her to reach her peak first, to fight the orgasm that races in my veins faster than it should. It’s her. “I can’t hold on.”
“Don’t,” she whispers with the same burning desire coating her throat. “Please. Please. Please.”
Meeting me thrust for thrust, the ache for more overtakes everything else, and we fuck and love and tangle together right to the cliff that leads to our salvation. The arch of her back leaves her wanton mouth unattended. When I press my lips to hers, it’s all it takes to have her cry my name in her angelic voice. The shift of her body is all it takes to send me over the edge with her.
A pledge.
A promise.
The pleasure.
The pain.
I crash into her as I push to completion, my body betraying me by not sparing a drop of energy when I come and land back in her arms. I can’t move. I don’t want to anyway. I feel too good. She feels even better beneath me.
“Keats,” she says. “You trying to kill me?” She laughs as she pushes me off her.
“Sorry about that.” I roll onto my back, letting my soul return to its rightful place.
With her head on my arm, she rolls toward me and drapes her arm and leg over me to get more comfortable. Kissing my chest, she asks, “Promise me it will always be this good.”
Chuckling, I finally open my eyes and turn to kiss her forehead. “I’ll do my best.”
“I don’t mean the sex.” Propping herself up, she grins. “Well, I do, but I mean us. This. It feels like a dream, and I don’t want to wake up from it.”
“You’re a dream come true. We don’t have to sleep to find paradise. We found it in each other.”
The response seems to satisfy her as she shifts her head back into place on my arm. Our breathing takes a while to even, but when it does, she whispers, “I wish I had my camera.”
“What happened to it?” The aches from the week begin to sneak back in, but nothing an ibuprofen can’t fix.
“I left it behind in my rush out the door.” She snuggles, shifting to close her eyes. “I thought I wanted to go out, but I’d rather stay home.”
Whether she meant to say it or not, an uncontrollable smile instantly spreads across my face. Home. I’ve found a home in her as well. I don’t call it out because it was said from the heart. She meant it, so I don’t want to tempt her to take it back. “If you had it, what would you take pictures of?” I ask instead.
Her breath has leveled into a deeper stance as if sleep is dragging her under. “You. I don’t have one photo of you.”
Caressing her cheek, I whisper, “We should remedy that.”
CHAPTER 30
SOSIE
Stansburys take what they want. We plunge forward no matter the cost.
That was how I was raised, so maybe that’s why I hesitate to make a decision I know will hurt Keats. If I don’t want to be like them, then he deserves to have a say in the next steps, even if he believes he doesn’t. “What do you think?” I step just inside the doorway of the bedroom.
The room is too small for his large frame, but it’s his presence that takes up most of the space. His expression contorts his handsome features as if a problem needs to be solved. Glancing at me, he says, “I don’t fit on a queen-sized bed.”