Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 97053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Him.
More of him.
All of him.
FOURTEEN
Jack
I’ve always known I was spoiled. I’ve never wanted for anything materially. I’ve been successful academically and in business.
But right now, body to body with Iris, I feel like I might just be the luckiest man alive.
How did I end up meeting this woman in the first place, let alone losing her and then finding her again? I can’t help but think Iris and I are fated. I’m too cynical to believe in things like destiny. I’m used to scoffing at my friends as one by one they told me they’ve met the woman they’re meant to be with. I certainly don’t believe in fate.
Except I’m in Star Falls now.
And I think it’s turned me into a believer.
She sighs, and the movement of her body makes me groan. I dip my head and sweep my lips over hers. I’ve waited so long for this moment. I’ve wanted it so badly that I’m concerned that now that I’m touching Iris, I might combust. She might be too much for me to handle.
“You smell the same,” she whispers as I drop a kiss at the edge of her jaw.
Her hands slide tentatively over my shoulders. Her touch feels so good, I go dizzy and the room sways for a second. I pull in a breath and try to steady myself.
“You smell like heaven.”
She smiles against my mouth as I press my lips to hers. We slide together perfectly, like we’re used to kissing each other, like we’ve been kissing for the last decade, like we’re made for kissing each other.
I slide my tongue into her mouth and the huff of breath she lets out travels straight to my balls. If I hadn’t been hard the moment I touched her, that small sigh of air would have done it.
I deepen our kiss and she pushes her fingers into my hair. Her hands on me feel so perfect. And I feel like the luckiest guy on earth.
My hands cup her ass, and she writhes against them, like she wants more.
She keeps telling me that being together is impossible, but anything feels possible right now. Her fingers leave my hair and push down my shirt front, her hands shaking, trying to find the buttons.
For a second I want to stop her, ask her if she’s sure, but I know it’s useless. I don’t have the strength to resist this woman. I don’t want to resist her. I want as much of her as she’ll give me.
Her hands press against my hot skin and it’s blissful. I break our kiss with my moan.
“Jack,” she says. “You feel as good as I knew you would.” She pulls my shirt from my pants.
“You thought about this?” I ask.
She pauses and narrows her eyes. “I haven’t thought about anything but you since we met.”
Relief runs through me like a burst dam. Thank god she’s had some of the longing that I’ve experienced the last few weeks. Even if she feels a fraction of what I do, I know pursuing this is the right thing to do.
I glance between her eyes and her mouth, then cup her face and claim her with another kiss. This time it’s less controlled. Something inside me has shifted, and now that I know she wants this, I feel free. Like what’s deep down inside me can finally see sunlight.
I pull at her shirt, finger the waist of her jeans. She grabs my shirt and pushes it over my shoulders. I don’t know how but we both end up naked, grabbing each other, needing more of whatever this is that we have together.
I lift her and she wraps her legs around my waist. Her bare pussy against me makes me groan. Her heat around me has me needing more, wanting everything.
I walk us both into the bedroom—not because I’m against kitchen fucking. But because I want her comfortable. I want her spread out, so I can lick every inch of her. I want to see my come on her perfect skin.
I lean over the bed but she doesn’t let go of me, so I crawl over her, kissing and kissing as I lower myself down. My erection presses into her thigh and she shifts so I’m between her legs.
Fuck.
We’re naked. Bare. Together. I’m so close to sliding inside of her. Will I be able to survive this? Survive her?
“Jack?” Her voice trembles. But I know what she’s thinking. She’s wondering if she’ll survive this too.
“I’m here,” I say, pressing a kiss on her neck and then pushing up so I can get a better look at her, naked in bed. With me. “It’s going to be good.” I drop a kiss between her breasts, rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
She sighs. “You’re really pretty.”
I grin and drop a kiss on her lips as I acquaint myself with her body. I want to take it all in and savor every second. I want every touch to last a day and a half. Every part of her is desperately erotic. Her breasts are tight and round and perfect. I lick the jut of her hip bones. I drag my hands down her and press my palm on the bump of flesh under her belly button, edging lower, my fingers desperate for her heat.