Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
I smiled as he rolled toward me and kissed me deeply. Every movement of his body was carefully calculated not to hurt me, but even though our bodies barely touched, I was still on fire by the time he raised his head again.
“When I can move again, we’re going to fuck on every surface in this room,” I whispered, making him groan.
“Go back to sleep,” he ordered quickly, putting his hand over my face. “Sleep is the best thing for healing.”
I didn’t even mind the throbbing of my hip as I burst into laughter.
Chapter 16
Daniel
“That’s it,” I praised, watching Rosemary’s back flex and undulate as she rode me. “Harder.”
Gripping her ass in my hands, I guided her movements, the sound of her cries filling the room. I grinned breathlessly as her hips started to jerk, pulling against my control, and before she could even reach for my hand, I sat up and lifted it to her mouth.
Her pussy clenched around me as I felt her teeth break the skin of my wrist. Biting down on her shoulder, I let the familiar taste of her roll over my tongue as my orgasm slammed into me.
It never got old.
The taste of her, the smell of her, the sight of her, the sound of her—every day it felt new. Both exciting and comforting at the same time. I no longer worried every second of every day that someone would take her from me. I no longer worried what I’d turn into if that happened.
We’d already faced that possibility and come through it.
Nothing would separate us. Not ever.
Rosemary would fight as hard as I would to make sure it never happened.
“I know I should get up,” she said, her words a little slurred as she rolled her hips. “But you’re still so hard, and you feel so good where you’re at.”
“Stay as long as you want,” I whispered, cupping her breasts in my hands. “How’s your hip feeling?”
“It’s fine.” She dropped her head back against my shoulder. “Just like the last five times you’ve asked.”
“It’s only been three weeks.” I slid my hand down and traced the scar on her hip. It was smaller than I’d thought it would be, but still raised and red.
“Three weeks is apparently plenty of time,” she replied, lifting off me. “Because I feel great.”
I got an excellent view as she crawled away on her hands and knees, but it was better when she climbed off the bed and turned to face me.
Her hair had been so tangled by the time we could wash it that she’d ordered me to cut it. No longer reaching the top of her ass, now it just barely covered her breasts. I missed the length, but I couldn’t deny that the new length suited her too. To be honest, I wouldn’t have cared if she’d asked me to shave it all off—except for the fact that she’d cried when she’d seen the pieces we’d trimmed off.
“Look.” She raised her arm above her head and wiggled it from side to side. “She sells seashells at the seashore. Not even slurring anymore. I’m all better.”
“I know,” I replied, following her into the bathroom. “But that doesn’t mean that you won’t still have some twinges.”
“If I have twinges, I’ll tell you,” she shot back over her shoulder as she turned on the shower. “But I haven’t.”
“I just—”
“How’s your thigh?” she asked, raising her eyebrows at me.
“It’s fine. Good as new.”
“Then why do you keep asking about my hip and my arm?”
“I swear, you just want something to bitch about,” I complained as I joined her under the spray.
“Pot, meet kettle.”
“I feel like you’re picking a fight so that we can make up,” I joked, sliding my hand between her thighs. “Is that what’s happening?”
“You’re the one who started it!” She pinched my nipple, making me jerk back in surprise. “We don’t have time for another round. People are going to start getting here in an hour, and I told Reese that I’d help her set up the tables and chairs.”
“Why can’t Beau help her?” I asked, lifting my hands to her hair to help her wash it.
Fuck, I loved showering with her. Gary’s house may have had superior water pressure, but the shower at my place gave us much more room to move, and we’d taken full advantage of it once Rosemary was back on her feet.
“Because it’s a bridal shower,” Rosemary replied. “No boys allowed.”
“He can still help her set up.”
“Stop complaining. We’ll be in separate rooms for like two hours.”
“Maybe I’ll see what your dad is up to,” I said, running my fingers through her hair to rinse the suds out. “He hasn’t been over in a few days.”
“You saw him the day before yesterday,” she said with a laugh, opening her eyes. “Your bestie probably needs a break.”