Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
"Yeah, they will. As soon as they find something more interesting to do. Come on." I link our fingers together, pulling her toward the front door. "I talked to my publicist this morning. She said they'll probably dig into our pasts. Once they realize there's nothing interesting to find, they'll go away."
Nadia tenses beside me as we step over the threshold into the house. She doesn't say anything, but I can tell by the look on her face that she's worried. Really fucking worried.
"Hey." I push the door closed, spinning her around to face me. "I already asked her to make sure nothing about the accident gets printed, butterfly. I'm not going to let them dig it up, all right?"
She hesitates for a moment and then nods. For a split second, she looks…haunted, as if there's something she isn't saying. Something burns in her hazel eyes, dulling them. But then she blinks, smiling up at me. The only thing left in those eyes is trust.
Fuck. It's been so long since I saw that.
"Are you going to kiss me now?" she asks.
"Hell yeah," I groan, dragging her into my arms. One hand cups the back of her head. The other cradles her close. Her tits press against my chest, her soft little body snuggled up against mine.
Her lashes flutter, her lips parting on a sigh.
I groan again, brushing my mouth against hers. I want to fucking devour her. But not this time. Not yet. I kiss her softly instead, my lips barely ghosting across hers.
She whimpers my name, going pliant in my arms.
"I've spent the last six years dreaming about kissing you, butterfly," I murmur. "The sweet little sounds you make. The way you press up against me. The way you match every damn move I make…" I flick my tongue against the seam of her lips. "You ruined me for anyone else."
"You r-ruined me too."
"Good," I breathe, pulling her bottom lip into my mouth to suck on it. She whimpers my name, clinging to my shoulders. "I'm glad you waited for me, Nadia. I want all your firsts. I want to be the only one you ever think about." Am I an asshole for that? Probably. But she'll have all of mine, too. She's the only one I've ever wanted. I'm a jealous prick when it comes to her. I always have been.
Even when we were kids, I fucking hated when she paid even the least amount of attention to any guy who wasn't me. I wanted all her time and all of her attention. Apparently, shit hasn't changed since then because I want it just as badly now.
"Teo, please," she whimpers. "Please, kiss me."
I growl, giving in. I lick into her mouth, claiming it as my own. My hand threads through her hair, breaking the band holding it up on top of her head. Long tresses spill down, her peaches scent swirling around us.
Fucking hell. I've missed that smell.
She clings to me, kissing me back like she can't stop herself. Like she's needed this as badly as I have. And Christ, I don't want to stop. I want to lift her into my arms, strip her bare, and feast on her.
"Stop me, butterfly," I whisper.
"No." Her fingers pluck at my shirt as if in a silent demand for me to remove it. "Please, don't stop, Teo."
How am I supposed to resist her?
I sweep her up into my arms, my mouth still fused to hers, and head for the stairs. She wraps herself around me, her legs locked around my waist. We both groan as the heat of her pussy comes down against the hard ridge of my cock.
I grip her ass, holding her right there so every damn step has me grinding against her needy little clit.
Her head lolls back, soft cries echoing around us.
"Does that feel good, baby?" I nip her throat, marveling at how goddamn beautiful she looks right now. "Are you going to soak your panties before we even make it up the stairs?"
"Yes," she gasps. "Oh my god, Teo. Please…"
"Please, what, butterfly? Tell me what you need."
"You!" she sobs, her pupils blown wide.
I nip her throat again, using my hands on her ass to press her more firmly against my cock. "You have me, Nadia." I rake my teeth up the side of her throat. "I'm right here, baby."
She shatters with a soft cry as my foot hits the top steps. I rock her against me as I stride down the hall, crooning praises as I nip and kiss her throat. My dick is so fucking hard I can't think straight.
I practically lunge for the bedroom, desperate to get my hands on her, skin to skin. We need to talk. There are a thousand things we still need to say. But right now, more than any of that, I need my hands on her body. Maybe then, I'll be able to breathe.