Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 114951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
And as the heaviness of the night drained away, heat slipped in to take its place.
My heart picked up its pace in my chest as my body catalogued every place we touched. A spark of electricity zipped through me, making me squirm against Shane, my hips rolling. His warm thigh gave just the briefest shot of friction to my clit, and my breath caught.
“Ari…” Shane warned, his hands tightening on my hips. But he didn’t stop me. He rolled with me, helping me find that sweet build of electricity. “I thought you said you were tired.”
“Not too tired to touch you,” I said breathlessly. “Not when I’ve waited decades to feel you like this again.” And then my arms were hooking around his neck and pulling his mouth down to meet mine.
Everywhere
Shane
Present
I couldn’t get enough.
I couldn’t kiss her enough, couldn’t touch her enough, couldn’t feel her body close enough to mine. Ariana climbed on top of me, and I slid my hands under my t-shirt that she wore, feeling the soft curves of her hips beneath it. She rocked against my erection, and I groaned, nipping at her lip and deepening the kiss.
“I need you,” she panted, tugging at my shirt until I leaned up enough to pull it over my head. Her mouth was on mine the second the fabric was gone. “Need you so fucking much.”
“I’m here. I’m yours,” I promised, and then it was her turn to strip. I slid the fabric up over my wrists until her arms lifted, and then I peeled the t-shirt the rest of the way off, flinging it somewhere off the bed. “And I want you, Ari. With every fucking cell in my body.”
She whimpered when I sealed that intention with a bruising kiss, when I flipped her into the sheets. She had on a pair of my boxer briefs under that shirt, and I took my time sliding them over her hips, down her thighs, and finally off each ankle.
The night had been a whirlwind, as messy as getting stuck in a storm out at sea. We were wind-whipped and drenched from fighting, our bodies aching from holding on, and yet we were both too hungry to sleep just yet.
I made quick work of my joggers and briefs before I was on top of her, sliding between her legs, my cock resting at the apex of her thighs as I kissed her greedily. I devoured her mouth, running those kisses down her neck and over her collarbone before I was sucking her earlobe between my teeth.
“I feel you everywhere,” she rasped, digging her nails into my back as her ankles locked behind my hips. “Against my body. In my heart. In my soul.” She claimed my mouth with her own, continually pulling at me like she couldn’t get me near enough. “I won’t ever lose you again. I can’t.”
“You never lost me to begin with,” I promised, and I paused the heat between us long enough to pull back and stare into her eyes. I needed her to see I meant what I said next. “I have always been yours, Ariana. My heart has never belonged to another. And I will be right here with you, by your side, until I take my last fucking breath. You hear me? Until these bones turn to ash, I am yours.”
She nodded, wincing as she pulled my mouth back to hers. We were frantic then, kissing and biting and sucking as our words dissolved into breathless pants and moans. I hiked her leg up, hooking the back of her thigh over my forearm and sliding inside her with one deep thrust. We both needed it so badly there was no waiting, no foreplay, no time to play around and tease and toy. We had to be connected. I had to bury myself inside her and she had to feel me deep.
“Christ.” The word shuttered out of me as I bottomed out, withdrew, and sank back inside. “That’s it, baby. This is what I want forever — to feel you stretching for me, to hear those little moans you make, to taste these pretty lips.” I kissed her before leaning to one side so I could reach for her clit. “To taste this, too.”
Her whimper was my reward, and she squirmed under my touch, writhing and rocking and seeking more.
I wanted to take my time, but I also craved exactly what she was begging for with her desperate scratches against my skin. I knew we’d have so many nights ahead to worship one another, but tonight we needed to claim.
“I was made for you,” I groaned, thrusting hard. “If you’re not mine, I don’t know who I am.” Another thrust. “Lost. That’s what I’ve been without you. Hopelessly fucking lost and now I’m found.” Thrust. Thrust. Moan. Sigh.