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)
I shout, my hips bucking into his wildly as I fly apart. Waves crash over me, unmaking me from the inside out. I can't breathe. Can't think. Can't feel anything but pleasure crashing through my veins again and again.
"Nadia!" Teo roars, pounding into me without rhythm. His hips slam into mine before he goes still, grunting a curse.
I force my eyes open, my heart pounding as he throws his head back, his big body trembling. His cock jerks inside me, ropes of cum splashing hot deep inside. I moan in ecstasy, my eyes locked with his as we come together, tangled in bliss.
It's beautiful in a way I never expected. Perfect in a way that brings tears to my eyes. In this moment, we aren't Nadia and Teo or Nadia or Teo. We're finally us, complete for the first time in our lives.
"Ican't believe you finally learned how to cook." I grin mischievously at Teo as we sit beside each other at the breakfast bar in his massive kitchen. He's wearing nothing but a pair of sweats resting low on his hips, and I'm in his t-shirt and my panties. A heaping plate of spaghetti and homemade meatballs rests in front of me, with freshly grated parmesan and garlic bread in bowls between us. It looks amazing.
"I'm full of surprises, butterfly." He smirks at me as he rolls spaghetti onto his fork. "Even took a damn class in college."
"I bet Aunt Miranda was thrilled about that." I laugh quietly. "Remember when you set the oven on fire trying to make a TV dinner?"
"We're not talking about that," he rumbles. "Besides, I didn't learn for my mom."
"Ah," I tease, "So you got tired of living on ramen and turkey subs at school, huh?"
"I couldn't take care of you properly if neither of us could cook." His blue eyes drift over me, something deep and unfathomably warm in his expression. "And I seem to recall your mom having to replace a microwave or two because of you microwaving utensils."
I stare at him with wide eyes, my fork hovering near my mouth. "You learned to cook for me?"
"Yeah." He pauses. "Even when you weren't mine, I did every fucking thing I could to prepare in case you ever…" he trails off, clearing his throat. "Well, I was always a hopeful motherfucker when it came to you, Nadia. Have been my entire fucking life. That never changed."
"Teo," I whisper, my heart clenching in a vise. Every time I think maybe my heart is done breaking over everything we've lost, another little piece of it crumbles. Will it ever stop hurting entirely? Probably not. Maybe, had the accident not happened, we would have found our way back to one another a long time ago. Maybe by the end of Thanksgiving break, we would have been back together, inseparable again. He was determined to make it happen, and my defenses were in shreds when I ran out of there that night. I wanted to turn back around as soon as I left. I thought about turning around the whole damn drive. But I'm stubborn, and I didn't. And then it was too late. We drifted so far off track, but our hearts never changed. "I hate how much time we've lost."
"Me too."
I drop my gaze to my plate, wishing like hell that we could go back and do it over again. "I missed so much of your life. All the important moments for the last six years."
"There weren't many of them, Nadia."
I snort, lifting my gaze to him. "You were drafted to your dream team. You won the championship. You moved to California." I nod at the food in front of me. "Learned to cook."
A ghost of a smile touches his lip. "And you ran off to California and won a Grammy. You released an album. Went on tour." His brows furrow. "Please tell me you also learned to cook."
"Nope."
His smile grows. "That's okay, baby. I'll do the cooking."
We eat in silence for several minutes, my eyes wandering up and down his bare chest.
"I missed all of that too," I murmur when he catches me watching him.
His brows furrow.
"You were always big, but Jesus, Teo. Now you're…wow. How long did that body take?"
A chuckle rumbles from his lips. "Professional sports are no joke, butterfly."
"Well, professional sports look good on you."
"You want the truth?" He pauses, waiting for me to nod. "Working out gave me something to focus on. I've had a lot of self-destructive tendencies since I pulled you from that car," he rasps. "I fucking hated myself for pushing you out of my life. I hated that your life fell apart because of it. Working out never exhausted my mind, but it helped wear my ass out, so I didn't do anything stupid."
"You know I struggled?" My stomach trembles, anxiety creeping through me.