Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
My hips shifted and lifted until I felt the glide of him against my cleft. My legs bracketed his hips, and I started to rock against him, the friction of him gliding against me driving me up once again.
“Do you want me inside you?” he asked, his breath on my ear.
More than I wanted my next breath.
“Y-yes.”
A rumble moved through him as he balanced his weight so he could reach into the nightstand.
He sat back on his heels, reaching down to stroke himself once, twice, three times before slipping on the protection as he watched me.
His hands slid up and down my thighs for a moment, before he finally lowered down, coming over me, and sealing his lips to mine again.
He kissed me long and deep, until I felt it prickling across every nerve ending. Need pulsed, heavy and undeniable.
I rocked against him, chasing the pressure, the slow grind of him turning my thoughts to static.
All I was was heat and pulse and need.
His hips shifted, and I felt the pressure of him against me.
Then, breaking the kiss to watch me, as he pressed forward. My body welcomed him with helpless urgency—my sex tightening around him, warm and greedy. Rune groaned and the thick drag of him inside me dragged a moan out of me.
My breath hitched as he settled deep inside me.
Despite us both agreeing to go slow, to take our time, it wasn’t long before the gentle, easy thrusts became harder, faster, deeper.
Our breaths and heartbeats tangled.
My hips met his thrusts.
“There, baby,” he groaned as I tightened hard around him, as my moans became deep and relentless. “Let me feel you come apart.”
With a deep groan, I did just that.
I shattered with it, overwhelmed by the impossible relief of release.
Rune groaned, burying his face in my neck, slamming deep into me a few more times before his body tightened and his breath caught with his own orgasm.
He was careful to brace himself afterward, lifting some of his weight off of me so he didn’t crush my bruised ribs. But I had the almost overwhelming urge to grab him and pull him back down on me, everything about me wanting as little space between us as possible.
It took a long time for our breathing to slow down and our heartbeats to regulate.
“I’ll be right back,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my neck before pulling away and walking into the bathroom.
Alone, I scooted up and under the covers before Rune walked back out—still gloriously naked and completely unconcerned about being seen. Of course, when you looked like that, there was nothing to be insecure about.
“You okay?” he asked as he slid in beside me, his hand moving out to caress my ribs.
“‘Okay’ isn’t the right word,” I said, still sounding a little breathless.
He earned the cocky little smile that pulled at his lips.
“I’m serious, though. I didn’t hurt you?”
Alright, at some point, I must have accidentally grabbed him with my bad hand, judging by the way it was throbbing again. But it was tolerable, and it would settle.
“No,” I said, yawning.
“Tired?” he asked. “Take a nap.”
“I don’t mind the lack of windows in here, except it’s kind of disorienting, and my body keeps wanting to sleep.”
“Then you probably need the sleep,” he said, brushing some of my hair off my cheek. “How many nights were you plotting my murder instead of getting a full eight hours?”
“More than I should admit to.”
“That sleep debt is a bitch. Why not give in and get the sleep now while you can?”
“Because I haven’t done anything today.”
“That’s not true. We went for coffee, pizza, saw Junior, and nearly got gunned down at the beach. It’s been an eventful day. On top of that, you’re recovering still. And on top of that, I just rocked your world.”
There was no stopping the laugh that burst out of me. But I suspected that was his intention.
“I would say something about how highly you think of yourself. But you earned the cockiness.”
“And that wasn’t even my A game.”
“I’m skeptical it gets better.”
“Then you’re in for a wild ride. When you’re well again.”
“How long do you think these ribs will be bothering me?”
“Considering how you’re handling them already, I think you might luck out and only have a week, maybe two, until you feel mostly normal again. You might still have to be easy about lifting and twisting, but you probably won’t get that lightning-sharp pain anymore.”
“That’ll be nice.”
“How’s the hand? Don’t think I didn’t feel you grab me with that.”
“I didn’t even realize I was doing it until afterward. It’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.”
“I’m afraid that’s gonna be part of the package if you’re mine.”
My heart swooped at that word.
Mine.
His.
God, I wanted that more than seemed logical after so short a time.
Then again, we’d been pretty much living together. We squeezed a dozen or so dates into a few days together.