Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
I dart upright and slam into a solid wall of muscle. My eyes pop open as I desperately gasp for air, and seeing Easton, I throw my arms around his neck and begin to sob.
His body practically engulfs mine, and I shudder as the remnants of the nightmare ripple through me.
“You’re safe. I’ve got you,” Easton murmurs, and when he picks me up bridal style, I bury my face in his neck while trying to regain control over my chaotic emotions.
He carries me to his bedroom, and after placing me on his bed, he lies down and pulls me back into his arms.
“Shh . . . I’m here,” he says, his tone tender and comforting.
I press as close to him as I can get, and taking deep breaths of his woodsy scent, I finally start to calm down.
Feeling bad for waking him, I whisper, “I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to apologize for,” he assures me. “Nightmare?”
I nod, my cheek brushing against his bare chest.
“Want to talk about it?”
“I can’t remember much of it,” I reply. “Just a field with tornado sirens. Trent was kicking me, and I couldn’t get to you.”
Easton’s hold on me tightens even more, and he throws one of his legs over mine, his body caging me to the bed in the best way possible. “I won’t let anyone ever lay a finger on you again.”
My left arm is pinned between us, but I’m able to cling to him with my right. With every passing minute, I feel a little better, but I doubt I’ll be able to fall asleep again.
“What’s the time?” I ask.
“Around three a.m.”
Easton rubs my back, and at some point, he slips his hand beneath my shirt and draws random patterns on my skin.
Just like earlier, when we were watching TV, I become overly aware of him, to the point where the world can go to hell around us, and I won’t notice.
I have no idea how much time passes, too consumed with the man I love more than life.
Unable to stop myself, I flatten my palm on his back and slowly explore every swell and dip of his muscles.
My breathing speeds up, then he shifts until we’re lying face to face. His hand is still brushing up and down my back, and as our breaths mingle, he slowly drags his fingers over my ribs.
My lips part, and placing my hand on his forearm, I drink in the feel of his warm skin as my palm moves up to his shoulder.
I want him more than I want my next breath.
His face moves a little closer, but then he pauses. When I place my hand on his jaw, he groans, “I can’t take much more.”
My breaths are coming in quick puffs, and unable to fight the sexual tension between us a second longer, I give in and press my mouth to his.
Another groan rumbles from Easton, and I feel the intense desire coming off him in waves as he starts to kiss me. His tongue drives into my mouth, and using his body, he pushes me onto my back.
Our tongues twist, and I get lost in the addictive taste of Easton.
His hands feverishly start to explore my body, and it feels as if he can’t touch me enough, drawing a satisfied moan from me. His mouth dominates mine until my lips are swollen and tingling. My fingers tug at the strands of hair, every nerve in my body alive for him.
God, I want all of this man. I’ve waited so long that asking me to wait another second might just be the end of me.
Every touch and kiss from him sets me on fire and makes me feel super emotional because I’m finally getting to experience the only dream I’ve ever had—for Easton to love me the way I’ve loved him the past fourteen years.
“Easton.” I want to beg him to touch me harder, to kiss me deeper, to take my body and make it his.
“Christ, Nova,” he groans before he pulls away so he can tug my leggings and underwear off. I quickly grab hold of my T-shirt and pull it over my head.
“Tell me I can fuck you,” he orders, his tone rough with hunger. He sounds so damn hot it makes my abdomen tighten and heat flood my core.
While he switches on the bedside lamp, I nod frantically, my gaze glued to his face as his heated gray irises burn over every naked inch of me.
“So fucking perfect.” He climbs back onto the bed, and settling between my legs, he leans forward and presses a kiss to my hip before his head dips lower.
The instant his tongue brushes over my clit, my eyebrows fly up, and my lips part on a gasp.
Oh wow.
Intense pleasure ripples through me with every swipe of his tongue, and when his lips close around me and he sucks, my body arches, and I let out a cry.