Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
“Gunnar, please,” I whimpered. “I need you.”
He lifted his head, his dark eyes burning with desire. “Tell me what you need, baby. What do you want?”
“I need you inside me. Fuck me! Please!” I reached between us to fumble with his belt buckle. He sat up and helped me shove his jeans and boxers down his hips so his cock sprang free, pointing due north.
“Fuck,” he bit out as he fisted his cock. The head was an angry purple while pearly pre-come seeped from the tip. “We’re gonna have to do a lot of this so I can get used to you. Otherwise, I’m never gonna last more than a hot second.”
I would have laughed if I’d been capable of it, but the more he touched me, talked dirty to me, encouraged me to talk dirty to him… Yeah. I was in a bad way.
He positioned himself at my entrance and slowly pressed into me, groaning as I stretched around his thick girth. I whimpered, but desperately needed more. The burn hurt, but in a good way. The feeling of fullness and submission caused my inner muscles to clench around him, holding him inside me.
“Fuckin’ heaven,” Gunnar muttered. “You’re so fuckin’ tight,” he growled, beginning a steady rhythm that had him plunging deep and withdrawing slowly. “Tell me you like this, Pippa. Tell me!”
“Oh fuck! Yes,” I moaned, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts. “Harder! Harder!” My pleas sounded as desperate as I felt. I thought I might explode at any moment, and I wasn’t certain I’d survive the detonation. And God! I loved a good metaphor!
Gunnar obeyed, slamming into me with enough force to jostle the bed. I cried out his name and arched my back, loving the feeling of him plowing into me over and over again. My nails raked down his back, leaving furrows in the skin there. He caught my hands in his and held them above my head.
“Mine,” he growled against my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. “You’re fucking mine.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Yours. I’m yours!”
Gunnar moved his hand between us, finding my clit and rubbing it with rough brushes and pinches with his fingers. I screamed his name as an orgasm rocketed through my body, clenching tight around him with each wave of pleasure until he followed suit with a shout of his own. His hips pistoned harder, driving deeper as he emptied himself inside me.
Gunnar collapsed on top of me, his weight a comforting anchor as we both caught our breath. I reveled in the feeling of his body pressed against mine, his skin slick with sweat. I traced lazy patterns on his back with my fingers. I could feel his heart hammering against my chest where he was pressed so close to me. Then his heart rate slowed, and it was like he was taking me with him. My heart wanted to follow the beat of his and it wasn’t long before we both finally settled.
After a few minutes, Gunnar lifted his head to look at me, his dark eyes soft with emotion. “You OK, baby?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair from my face. Gunnar leaned forward to capture my lips in a long, slow kiss that tasted like victory and love and belonging all rolled into one.
When he ended the kiss, I smiled up at him. “I couldn’t be more perfect. You’re amazing.”
He grinned, looking pleased with himself. “Glad you enjoyed it. I aim to please.”
“Oh, you definitely pleased,” I assured him with a giggle.
Gunnar rolled to the side, pulling me with him so I was draped across his chest. His arms wrapped around me. “We’re gonna make a go of this, Pippa. And I swear to you, I’ll be everything you need.”
“It goes both ways. I’ll be what you need too.”
When he smiled up at me, I thought I’d never seen him look more carefree. Or more contented. “Honey, you already are.”
Who can possibly know they’re in love with someone in a mere couple of days? Impossible, right? No. It wasn’t impossible.
“I love you Gunnar. I don’t care if it’s only been a couple of days. I know with everything I am that I love you.”
He kissed me again. “I love you too. I know what love looks like because I saw it in my mom and dad every day when I was growing up. I understand the looks he used to give her when she wasn’t looking now. My dad, Cain Gill, the man everyone who knows him is afraid of, would look at my mom like she hung the moon. Like his next breath depended on whether or not she noticed and approved of him. Dad is so in love with my mom it hurts to watch them together sometimes. That’s how I feel when I look at you.”