Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 841(@200wpm)___ 672(@250wpm)___ 560(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 841(@200wpm)___ 672(@250wpm)___ 560(@300wpm)
She sank her teeth into her lip and closed the distance.
Gripping her wrist and thigh, he bent her face down over his lap. Her legs and arms dangled on either side of his knees, and her gorgeous ass rose up, filling his view and rushing a pulse of heat to his groin. “You will never put your life at risk like that again.” He let his palm fly, sending a smack through the room as it landed on one cheek.
When she wiggled, he leaned in and bit the flush his palm left behind.
What had the forums said about domestic discipline? Be mindful of the depth of her emotions and pain threshold, monitor her arousal, and make her count it out. He curled his fingers between her legs, and they slid smoothly between her wet folds. His dick jerked. “That was the first of twenty. Count them out.”
“One,” she breathed, and fuck if her voice didn’t send him hurtling toward a quick finish in his pants. Nineteen more. Good God.
As he pommeled her ass, each breathy count tested his restraint. When the last slap rippled over her perfect pink bottom, he spun her, tossing her face up on the bed, and climbed between her legs. The mattress groaned as he thrust against her mindlessly, eating at her mouth, hands tangling in her hair.
She laughed against his lips. “Jay, your jeans?”
Fuck. He launched off the bed and shoved his pants past his ass, not bothering with the boots. With his ankles shackled by the jeans, he crawled over her, gripping his dick, and buried himself inside her wet warmth.
“Fuck, fuck. Oh, God, Charlee.” The sensations waved through his body, heating him from head to toe. He flexed his hips, panted against her mouth. “I’m going to last about two point two seconds.”
She flung her arms around his neck and rocked against him. “Me too.”
Her lips slid over his, and her fingers dug into his nape. He pulled her in, as close as they could be, and spread his legs to open her wider. He sank into her over and over, grinding against her, speeding up and slowing down.
Energy crackled between their slick bodies, and her pussy clenched around him. Eyes locked on his, she arched her back and found her release. The bedding wadded in his fists as her climax crashed over him, gripping him with quaking shocks.
His thrusts increased in rhythm and intensity, and an inexpressible emotion exploded inside him, a desperate feeling that had nothing to do with his building orgasm. He wanted to crawl inside her so violently, he crushed her body to his. He wanted to meld her to every cell of his being. He fucked her harder, slamming his hips between her thighs. He was buried in his universe, and still, he wanted more of her, wanted her so entangled with him, they could never be unraveled.
The drum of his heart thumped in time with his lunges. Ecstasy frenzied through his mind and body. He powered in and out of her until his release tore from him with a ragged shout.
At length, he lifted his weight from her chest and kissed her deeply, running a hand over her heated face. There was nothing he could say, no words he could utter, to voice the immense relief washing over him. Loathing the idea of separating their joined bodies, he stayed put, softening inside her, relishing the intimacy. “Have you been here the entire two weeks?”
She nodded, her lips curving. “Thomas has been very accommodating.” She whispered, “I don’t think he gets any visitors.”
God, he missed that smile. “Guess I need to talk to Thomas about the hazards of letting strangers move in. How did you know I’d come here?”
She shrugged. “We’d decided our future would be here, and I knew you wouldn’t give up on that.”
Hadn’t he? He must’ve been frowning, because she poked her index and middle fingers in the corners his lips and shoved them upward.
She grinned. “Maybe you didn’t consciously acknowledge the reason, but you boarded that plane and came to me, nonetheless.” She shoved his shoulder. “Now feed me. I’m withering away here.”
He kissed her lips, rolled to his back, and decided they—whoever they were—didn’t know what they were talking about. The only thing certain in life was Charlee.
96
Six months later…
“Thanks, Fredrick. See you next week.” Charlee waved to the pilot and raced up the dock, the bitter chill in the air biting her nose and stinging her eyes. After a twelve-hour day at her tattoo shop in the only town on the other side of the lake, bent over back-to-back customers, she should’ve been exhausted.
But vigor danced through her limbs. The absence of Roy’s shadow was so fucking liberating, the need to look over her shoulder dwindled with the Canadian temperature.
Breathing in the crisp air, she wrapped her coat tightly around her, bounded to the ice-covered shore, up the path, and burst through the backdoor. “Jay?”