Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
I buried myself to the hilt and roared her name as I came, harder than I ever had in my life. Hot jets of come flooded her tight little pussy, filling her so deep she sobbed into my mouth. My entire body went rigid, every muscle drawn tight, and my heart slamming in my chest as wave after brutal wave tore through me until I nearly passed the hell out.
When my vision returned, and my breathing began to regulate, I collapsed on top of her, still half-hard inside her.
“Rylin, baby?” I panted as I rolled to my back, taking her with me.
“Hmmm?” she mumbled, soft and slurred, sprawled out over my chest like a limp noodle.
The sound made me chuckle, something deep in me easing.
I didn’t pull out. Couldn’t. Not yet.
I wrapped both arms around her waist and pressed her tighter to me, one hand sliding up her spine until it settled in her sweat-damp hair. Her scent wrapped around me—something I knew was going to tantalize me for the rest of my life.
Her legs were tangled with mine, naked tits pressed against my chest, and her skin still trembled in little aftershocks.
“I’m yours, too.”
Rylin sighed, and her contentment was almost palpable.
“Good,” she whispered after a second, the sound coming out on a bit of a wheeze, as though it took monumental effort for her to talk.
I kissed her temple and murmured. “I want this every fucking day, Rylin. Every night.”
She made a sound that I figured was an agreement.
I grinned, cocky and smug. “I figured.”
Her fingers curled into my sides, her nails dragging lightly down my ribs. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to remind me she was still conscious. And still had the sass that I loved, even if it drove me up a wall sometimes.
I stroked my hand through her hair, rubbing slow circles against her scalp. My other arm locked around her lower back, pulling her even closer, and she melted into me without a fight, her cheek resting right over my heart as she belonged there. And fuck if she didn’t.
We lay there like that for a while—sweaty, breathless, and wrecked. I didn’t give a shit about the sheets, the time, or anything outside the four corners of that room. The world could’ve burned down around us, and I wouldn’t have moved.
I kissed her again. Jaw. Cheek. Hairline.
Her breathing evened out, and I lay there for a bit, just soaking up the feel of her body against mine.
“Don’t run from me again, baby,” I whispered, my voice scraped raw, arms tightening just a fraction. “You’re mine. And I’m keeping you.”
Before I fell asleep, the words tumbled out of my mouth like they just couldn’t be caged any longer. “I love you, Rylin.”
I knew she didn’t hear them, but having them out there, in the universe, loosened a knot in my chest.
13
RYLIN
Iwoke up slowly, enjoying the weight of the muscular arm draped across my waist. When I shifted slightly, Micah’s hold on me tightened as he pulled me back against a solid wall of heat.
A soft sigh escaped me before I could stop it. My legs were tangled with his, my cheek was pillowed against his broad chest, and his breath stirred my hair each time he exhaled.
I’d never woken up feeling so safe and wanted. Or content in a way that made my throat go tight.
I tipped my head back just enough to look at him. His eyes were closed, lips parted slightly, expression unguarded in sleep. For someone who could flatten a grown man with one tackle, he looked almost boyishly peaceful right now.
I let myself admire him for another heartbeat. Yesterday had been a lot. But we’d come through it even stronger, all because of his certainty when mine had fractured.
And the way he’d claimed me had been everything I never knew I needed. I barely remembered the ride back to his place with how my body had felt like it’d been wrung dry, literally and figuratively.
I’d never been as vulnerable with anyone else before. Physically or emotionally. But Micah had more than earned my trust, he’d claimed every part of my heart along with my body.
As though he could hear me thinking about how and when I should tell this amazing man that I’d fallen head over heels in love with him, his eyelashes fluttered. A moment later, his blue eyes blinked open. “Morning, baby.”
“Good morning.” My voice caught at the end when he dipped his head and pressed a slow kiss to my shoulder, right where the sheet had slipped away.
His hand slid from my waist to my hip, his thumb brushing back and forth like he needed the contact. “Feel okay?”
“Yeah.” I shifted to face him fully. “This very bossy football player managed to get my head screwed back on straight.”