Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 185811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 185811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Her body was on fire, and even the small hint of steam against her sensitized skin was killing her. She was on the pill, and oddly enough, she trusted him. If her life was about to explode, she wanted another moment with him to keep her warm in the future. “I want to.”
“Okay.” He fell back and sat on the wide wooden bench, bringing her with him.
She straddled him, lifting up. There was no way.
His grin took her fear away. “We’ll go slow.” His face didn’t look as purple with the steam swirling around. He positioned himself at her entrance and slowly helped her take him in.
She gasped, and her abs rolled. He was too big. But she was wet and ready and needy. It was exhilarating to be on top of a man this, well, male. Nothing was going to stop her this time. It took forever, and he let her set the pace. Several times she paused to let her body accept him. He brushed a thumb against her clit, once and again, every time she needed a moment. The feeling shot electricity through her, and she pushed down more, still scanning his body for injuries. Finally, her butt rested against his thighs. She dropped her head to his chest, feeling too full. Way too full. “You’re too big.” Yet she wanted him to move.
“You’re perfect.” He grabbed her butt and gently lifted her, pulling her back down as he plunged up.
Ecstasy rippled through her. Her head dropped back. “More. Faster.” Using her knees, she lifted up and then back down, guided by his strong hands on her hips. He held her with a fierce grip. Even if she wanted to get free, she couldn’t, and that thought sent more hunger through her.
She lifted her head, wanting to see him. A raw, possessive expression covered the angled planes of his face, along with a hunger he did nothing to hide. He lifted her and rammed back in. “More,” she whispered.
As if her words unleashed a part of him he’d held back, he snapped, hammering into her, lifting her up and yanking her down, the friction unbelievable. Pleasure swamped her with a strength that forced her to close her eyes. The first orgasm slammed into her out of nowhere, hitting her dead center and making her cry out his name as she rippled around his cock.
He didn’t so much as pause.
She rode the waves, settled, and then started climbing again. Her fingers clawed his chest, and she forgot all about his bruises. He drove harder inside her, hitting that spot that only he had ever found. Sparks flashed in front of her eyes, and she closed them, whimpering from the devastating need.
Close. She was so close to the next pinnacle. She climbed higher and broke with a sharp gasp, her internal walls gripping him with a fierceness that was edged with a hint of pain.
His hand twisted in her hair and pulled her head to the side. Pain slashed into her neck at the same time agony rippled along her right hip and buttock. Then the pain abated.
She came down with a wild shudder, her eyes opening. She turned her head. “Noah?”
He was still fully imbedded in her. “Abby,” he murmured, blinking rapidly.
Then he passed out, his body going limp against the tiles.
She stilled. What the heck? Oh, crap. She’d just had the best sex of her life, and then he’d passed out. How bad was his concussion? She had to get him to a hospital. He was still inside her, for Pete’s sake. Lifting up with her knees on the bench, she levered up to release him. She scrambled to the side, and he slid off the bench and landed on the wet tiles with a loud thud.
Damn it. She rushed for the faucet handle and twisted it off. He fell to the side, his head thunking against a wall tile. She yelped and ducked to grab his head and guide him all the way down before he hurt himself more.
He opened his eyes. “Abs?”
“You’re okay. Let’s get you to a doctor.” Thank God. He was awake. A hysterical laugh nearly escaped her. “Your head is worse than we thought.” Ducking her shoulder, she tried to lift him. “I need your help.”
He grabbed the bench and lurched to his feet. “I’m fine. Just need sleep.”
“No—”
He threw one bruised arm over her shoulders and limped out of the shower and propelled her straight into the bedroom and to the bed. “A couple of hours, Abby. That’s all.” He slid beneath the covers and pulled her with him, spooning her and wrapping both arms around her. A second later, he was snoring in her ear.
She blinked. She couldn’t move. Her body felt all sorts of aches and pains, and her neck really hurt. Had he actually bitten her? His warmth drew her under, and her eyelids slowly closed. Maybe just a few minutes of sleep wouldn’t hurt. If he stopped snoring, then she’d call an ambulance.