Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
But there was no need to hide from Ethan.
He’d seen it all, and the more I’d tried to hold him at arm’s length, the closer he’d held on.
I leaned forward, bracing my good hand against a barrel, and when one of his hands closed on my waist, I lifted onto my toes. The tip of his dick slicked against me. One preparing, searching stroke before he claimed what was his, easing into me one slow inch at a time.
The stretch of him inside me made my fingers curl, my nails scratching against the wooden barrel head. We gasped together as he began to move, widening his stance to find a position he could maintain.
Pleasure crackled in my body with each thrust. He’d begun slow, but ramped up quickly, and in no time, my legs shook from the exertion, my calf muscles straining. But I loved it and the way my heart beat faster than ever. His hands caressed me, over my back, my breasts, between my legs.
I could only imagine what we looked like, him driving into me, making my breasts undulate while my hand was pressed to the barrel head. It contained fifty gallons of what we needed when we were homesick, and now, I was sure I’d think only of him whenever I drank bourbon.
Then he leaned over, pressing our scarred skin together and his mouth to the side of my neck so I could hear his rapid, uneven breathing. The intensity built inside me until I couldn’t hold it back and all that remained was the man.
“I love you,” I said.
He answered back, telling me he loved me in all the languages he knew, except for the one he’d used when he’d begged the men not to hurt me.
But being connected this way took a physical toll on us, and his arms wrapped around me, lifting my feet off the ground. I reached up, grabbing the rail of the rack with my good hand and held on, trying to make it easier for him to keep pushing inside me.
The shift in angle was just what I needed, letting him slide deeper and find the spot that made my entire body shudder. “Yes,” I gasped. “Oh, my God. Yes.”
The orgasm surged through me so suddenly, it was like being hit with an immense crosswind. Ecstasy detonated in my center and rippled outward, making everything feel warm and blissed out.
Ethan slowed, kissing my neck as I came, but he barely let me recover before he began to move, this time for him. Aftershocks of my climax rolled through me in waves as he drove furious and deep. He grunted, rutting into me, and it was the fucking sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
The arms wrapped around me were thick, corded muscles, and I could feel them trembling with fatigue, but he didn’t stop. I gripped the rail tighter, the edges hard in my fingers as I pulled up to help take some of my weight off him.
To allow him to fuck me as hard and fast as he needed.
A groan rumbled in his chest before bursting past his lips, and he jerked. His thrusts fell out of rhythm, fading as he came violently. He drew in enormous pants of air, gently lowering me until my toes scraped the floorboards and I could stand again.
We stood like that for a long while, shuddering and recovering and trying to catch our breath.
All the while, he held me close. God, I’d never give him up.
Eventually, he straightened and turned me in his arms so he could give that intense look that had started it all. Our kiss was slower, softer, like we were temporarily sated. When it ended, he stepped back into his pants and jerked them up so they sat undone and low across his hips.
“I’ll be right back.”
The boards creaked louder when he moved swiftly to the end of the row, one hand disappearing inside his pants to tug off the condom. While he tossed it in the trash, probably the one by the door, I began to get dressed.
But I was momentarily distracted by the sight of the shirtless man who came back to me. Shit, he was so handsome. For all the hell the Abramos had put us through, without them, we never would have found each other.
“That was amazing,” I said while sliding my bra back on, “but next time, can we do that in a bed?”
He smiled. “I already booked us a hotel for the next two nights.”
Once we’d dusted off our clothes and finished getting dressed, I’d expected him to lead me out of the stacks, but instead he kissed me like he wasn’t in any rush.
“What happens after?” I asked abruptly.
“After?”
“The two nights.”
He considered it for a moment. “You’re welcome to stay. I’m sure my family would love to have you for Christmas.” He paused, unsure. “But I thought you’d want to head back to Detroit.”