Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
I groaned and pulled him closer, my hands sliding up his back to tangle in his hair. He tasted like chocolate and mint but also like relief, like finally getting everything I’d been denying myself for the past six months.
When we finally broke apart, both breathing hard, Tommy rested his forehead against mine again.
“So,” he said, his voice slightly unsteady. “Eight weeks.”
“Seven and a half,” I corrected again, reminding us both that the clock had already started ticking.
But as Tommy smiled and leaned in to kiss me again, I found I didn’t care. Temporary was better than nothing. And, as my mom used to say, it would be a learning opportunity.
Maybe I’d learn Tommy wasn’t as special as I’d thought. That I’d been suffering the lingering effects of a terrible, tropical love fever that wouldn’t survive a month and a half in close proximity during a Montana summer. That I could scratch this itch and get Tommy out from under my skin.
Or maybe I was about to learn that some kinds of wanting only got stronger when you fed them.
Maybe I was about to discover just how much a heart could break when it had everything it wanted and then had to let it go.
10
TOMMY
Wasn’t sure my dick had ever been this hard. Part of me wondered why the hell now? Why Foster Blake? What had happened after all these years to suddenly attract me to a guy?
Had I taken surreptitious looks at other guys in the gym? Fuck yeah, I had. Didn’t everyone?
Had it made my dick hard and my respiration rate spike? Never. Not like this. Not even close.
I was obsessed with Foster. Not a night—or day for that matter—had gone by in six months that I hadn’t fantasized about being with him like this. Hadn’t wanted his hands on my body and his laser focus on me.
“Fuck.” The word was an embarrassing whimper. As soon as Foster’s hand came down to press against my cock, I arched into it. It was hot but also a lot like relief. Relief to finally be touched where I wanted but also to finally move past this wall between us.
Foster’s voice was rough when he spoke against the hot skin of my cheek. “I trust you to stop me if—”
“Shut the fuck up,” I said, arching into him again. “If we have to talk about this anymore, I’m going to fucking explode.”
The low rumble of his laugh made me grin against his temple as I inhaled the intoxicating scent of him. My hands moved under his shirt, exploring ridges of hard, broad muscles across his back and shoulders.
“That’s how I felt when you said you were going to your sister’s,” he grumbled. “Thought I might have to tie you to the goddamned bed.”
The words shot liquid fire through my veins. “Shoulda held my ground,” I said on a gasp as his deft fingers moved to the button on my fly and flicked it open. “Sounds intriguing.”
I realized belatedly there was a whole lot more of this man than the chaste skin of his back and quickly moved my hands down to explore further.
“Yeah? You kinky, Dr. Marian? Want me to—oh fuckkk.”
My hand gripped his long shaft as we both groaned.
He was fucking huge.
I almost wanted to laugh, remembering how startled I’d been that first night in Hawaii, to realize that I was noticing Foster not in the clinical way of a doctor assessing a patient but as a seriously aroused man thinking about a guy he wanted to fuck. It didn’t seem startling at all anymore. I couldn’t imagine how anyone could see Foster Blake and not want him.
“Not gonna lie,” I admitted in an embarrassingly breathy voice. “This is a little intimidating.”
“Yeah?” The edge of Foster’s lip curled up. “You in over your head, Doc?”
My knees wobbled as his cock jerked in my hand. I did that. I made him feel good.
It was heady power, the ability to make this big, strong guy lose control a little. I wanted more of it.
We unzipped each other’s pants, shoving at the material with no finesse until we were both bare to our thighs. Foster grabbed my shaft and held it together with his, pulling up with his firm grip. The press of our cocks together was something I’d obviously never experienced before, and I felt a moment of regret for all the lost opportunities because this felt fucking amazing.
My heart thundered, and my breathing came fast. “Foster, fuck.”
“You feel so good,” he murmured roughly. “Fuck, I want to suck your cock. Pull your balls into my mouth and hear those noises you make.”
Oh, god. Hearing him talk like that, in the deep voice that had transfixed me since the plane ride to Hawaii, nearly made me come—my release was right there—but I didn’t want this to be over. I reached down to cup his balls, tugging slightly and exploring his taint with my fingers.