Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Now we’re in his penthouse apartment, well, technically, it’s still ours, and I’m taken aback. Everything is the same—the wall color, the furniture, the décor. The only thing that’s changed is that my clothes and toiletries aren’t here. Johnny’s spicy, woodsy scent permeates the air. It’s not just on his skin; it surrounds every sense I have.
“Made a lot of mistakes. When you took off, disconnected your phone, all I did was work. That happened for a year and a half straight. Between the club and Jagged Edge, I kept busy. By the time I pulled my head out of my ass after Mom handed it to me like she does so well, the last thing I wanted was to erase you. You’re my wife, mi esposa. Mia.” He’s standing ten feet away, hands in his pockets and waiting me out as I walk through our home. I land near the doors leading to the outdoor balcony. The flowers I planted have long since died. Now the planters are empty. We may not have had a house with a yard or flowerbeds, but I made the outside an oasis. Flowers spilling out of pots, other plants thick and lush, and when I went outdoors to do my thing, it was my happy place. Of course, Johnny would shake his head and tease me when I’d make him go to the nursery with me, but he’d lug everything from the car to the elevator and from there to the balcony without a single complaint.
“I want what we had back, but I’m scared I ruined us.” I turn around, no longer able to give him my back as I lay my vulnerability at his feet. I have no right to utter those words, not until after we’ve talked and I’ve laid myself bare, except when you have this much chemistry and this much love between you and another soul, it’s hard to keep your hopes and desires at bay.
“Standing right here, cariño.” Johnny might be standing only feet away, yet it feels like there’s an ocean between us. I do the least likely me thing there is to do: I run at full force, jump up, and land in his arms. He’s willing and ready for me. His mouth attaches to mine, and my ankles clasp around one another at the top of his ass, feeling him, all of him, in that delicious way. His cock is thick and hard, and my core weeps with wanting to feel more. My arm loops over his shoulder, holding on, and my other hand goes to the back of his head, fingers sliding through his dark waves.
Johnny has me, he has all of me, and while we’ve made mistakes in the past, this isn’t one of them. He laps at my lips, gaining entrance when I let out a moan, and his dominance takes over. His hands press into the flesh of my ass. Each small movement he makes has me riding the long ridge of his dick. The pressure between us even in his jeans and my cotton shorts does nothing to hide our need.
“More.” I rip my lips away from his, needing a moment to get myself together. I’m already close, ridiculously close, and he’s barely touched me. Johnny takes a step, making it harder to focus on anything except falling apart. “I’m right there, baby.” My head that was tipping backwards is brought back to eye level. I may have lost his hand on my ass, except I gained more. He slides his palm beneath my shirt, skating it all the way up until his fingers are at the nape of my neck. Johnny brings my mouth back to his, and we’re once again kissing. He nibbles at my lower lip at first, and I know what he’s doing. He’s testing to see if I still like what I once did. I don’t just like it, I love it. When he lets go and deepens the kiss by sliding his tongue inside, he groans as I arch my body while he moves us further into the living room. My eyes go from open to closed, allowing the feeling of having my husband in my arms again to penetrate my senses.
“Damn, you taste good. Been too damn long, Winn.” His usual strong and steady voice comes out deep and growly. I’m affecting him as much as he is me. Then my back meets the couch.
“So long, Johnny.” My chest heaves. I’m riddled with desire, begging for more and praying he’ll deliver. He falls down with me. I’m lying parallel on the low profile of the armrest, making it the perfect height for Johnny to wedge himself between my spread legs.
“You good with where this is going?” he asks in between the kisses he’s trailing along my neck.