Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“I still got time to back out?” I ask, voice low.
She shakes her head, eyes locked on mine. “Don’t you dare.”
I grin and lean down, kissing her slow. Taking my time. No rush. Not like before. I want to memorize this—her.
Her hands are on my chest, pulling at my shirt, fingertips grazing my stomach, and I let her tug it off me. She sits up just enough to press her mouth to my chest, kissing a line down the center, her tongue flicking out just barely. It’s enough to make my pulse spike, my body aching for more.
I let her explore, but not for long.
I slide my hands under her tank top, fingertips brushing her sides, her waist, her ribs, until she shivers beneath my touch.
“Off.” I tug at the flimsy fabric.
She raises her arms, and I drag it over her head, tossing it somewhere behind me. She’s not wearing a bra, and the sight of her bare like this, flushed and eager, makes my throat go dry.
I bend down and kiss her again, this time moving to her neck, her collarbone, down to her chest. She gasps when my mouth closes around her nipple, my tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make her hips buck.
“Hunter,” she breathes, her fingers threading through my hair, holding me there.
I take my time, tasting her, touching her, feeling every shiver, every hitch of her breath. I want to ruin her for anyone else. I want to make sure she never forgets what this feels like—what I feel like.
Her shorts come off next, dragged down her legs slow and deliberate. She watches me with slitted eyes, her chest rising and falling, her thighs pressing together like she’s trying to hold herself together.
I kiss the inside of her knee, then her thigh, working my way up until I’m pressed between her legs, tasting her, teasing her, making her squirm.
She bites her lip to stay quiet, but I hear the way her breath catches, the muffled moans she’s trying to swallow down.
When she’s trembling, when her hands are fisting the sheets, I pull back and crawl up her body, kissing her stomach, her ribs, her neck, until we’re face-to-face again.
“Condom?” I ask, my voice rough, barely holding it together. Last time happened so fast, that thought didn’t cross my mind. I had to take her, then and there. This time? I want her to feel respected, wanted in a different way. Tonight I’m taking my time.
She nods, reaching to her nightstand, pulling one from the drawer.
I tear it open, roll it on, and then I’m settling between her legs, her body warm and inviting, her eyes locked on mine.
I push into her slow, deep, savoring every inch, every gasp, every dig of her nails in my back.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my forehead resting against hers. “You feel . . . fuck, Wren. It’s impossible to describe. It’s just . . . incredible.”
She bites her lip, eyes fluttering shut, her hands sliding down my back, her legs wrapping tighter around me like she wants to keep me there forever.
I move slow, deep, each thrust deliberate, wanting her to feel every second of this. I watch her face, the way her mouth parts, the little sounds she makes when she forgets to hold back.
When she starts getting louder, I press my hand over her mouth, eyes locked on hers.
“Shh.” I whisper in her ear, “Atticus is sleeping.”
Her eyes go wide, dark and blown, and she nods beneath my hand, her breathing ragged, desperate.
I kiss her, hand still over her mouth, and she kisses me back just as fiercely, her hips meeting mine, her body clenching around me like she’s about to fall apart.
“Goddamn, Wren,” I say against her mouth. “You’re gonna be my ruin, the way you keep doing this to me.”
She digs her heels into my back, her body tensing, trembling, her hands gripping me like she’s afraid I’ll disappear. I feel her come apart beneath me, feel the way she tightens around me, her muffled moans like music in my ear.
I’m not far behind. I bury my face in her neck, breathing her in, moving faster now, chasing that edge until I finally let go, my body shuddering, falling apart with her.
I collapse onto her, careful not to crush her, my face still in her neck, my arms wrapped around her like I’m afraid to let go.
We’re both breathing hard, the room quiet except for the sound of our hearts pounding, the faint buzz of crickets outside.
I kiss her neck, soft, lingering. She runs her fingers through my hair, gentle, slow.
I don’t want to move. Don’t want to leave the warmth of her body, the quiet of this moment.
Eventually, I pull back just enough to look at her, her hair a mess, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen.