Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 135300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
The sound of our bodies coming together is too loud in this quiet space, deafening, even if I know it’s just in my head.
He laughs as his fingers find my breasts again, cupping them with a possessive squeeze.
The noise he makes is bestial when he rolls my nipple.
My body is a lit fuse, and it’s only a matter of time until I explode.
Again.
Right on his bare, pumping cock.
His strokes come fiercer, lifting me off the bed before slamming me into it.
The coiled feeling in my core winds tighter with every thrust, making me a human spring.
By the feel of it, he must be as close as I am.
And his breath turns volcanic against my skin, rough kisses like the ground rumbling before the eruption.
“Margot, damn. Keep up, stay with me before I—” His voice chokes off in another guttural groan as I clench around his cock.
Yeah.
Yeah, I will.
I can’t say it, so I wrap my legs around his ass, moaning from the beautiful friction breaking me in two.
That’s all it takes.
Force and fire.
My climax slams up through my belly, and his hand covers my mouth, muffling my cries as he thrusts into me one last time.
His hips jackhammer, threatening to break the old bed as he pitches deeper, faster, baring his teeth like the lusting shadow he’s become.
I’m breaking apart, shattered and—
Coming!
I can’t blink.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t do anything but feel the deluge when it comes.
This white-hot release of heat and waves where we find eternity together.
The way his face screws up as he strikes my depths and unloads his soul.
We’re one silent scream, one wild chorus of breath and rattling bones.
We come together so good I truly think I died, because there’s no way I’m walking out of here the same woman.
For the longest time, we don’t move.
Time restarts and punches holes in my memory. It’s a little like being very drunk on the sweetest wine, only this high won’t leave a hangover.
I don’t remember flopping down on his chest, leaving a steaming mess between my legs.
His hand rests on the back of my neck, stroking me like a kitten.
My nails dig into the skin of his shoulder.
I’m not sure he even notices.
That was…
“Holy shit,” I whisper, giggling weakly.
“Holy shit,” he agrees. “Shower?”
“Please.”
There’s something adorably pragmatic about the way he helps me off the bed, touching me softly like he’s testing to see if I’m still in one piece. And the way he checks the hot water before sliding me under it.
And then, somehow, even though I really, really shouldn’t—I let him lead me back to his bed and pull me under the covers with him.
I don’t remember falling asleep.
We fuck again, a few more times until we’re slow and breathless, before sinking into the velvet darkness.
12
LITTLE TASTE OF HOME (KANE)
Istartle awake after sunrise, the light streaming in through a slit in the curtains.
It’s the first time I’ve slept in for—damn, it must be years.
Hardly surprising after the night I had.
A man doesn’t have his soul exit his body along with his balls very often.
Even wilder, I slept like the dead while sharing my bed with a strange woman for the first time in a decade.
It shouldn’t be this easy.
It shouldn’t be this dangerous.
Margot’s still half-conked out, too, all curled against my chest like she doesn’t think anything of staying the night.
Greed overwhelms me when I see this woman in my arms.
Especially when I see her like this, with her hair slightly wavy around her face, loose and tangled in a gold cloud, her eyes peaceful.
She looks too innocent after the way I fucked her last night. Too sweet to be the same girl I defiled.
Getting up a couple times last night to carry the kids off to bed and check on them was hard enough.
Just because I had a good time doesn’t mean I let my duty slip by. I made the rounds alone, checking the whole house, the locks, the windows, and they were all good.
Now, I’m boneless, awestruck and yes, a little scared.
What the fuck was last night?
There are no words.
She stirs, stretching like a kitten waking up from a nap. Her eyes flutter open, and I see it when she remembers where she is.
What she’s doing.
Who she’s with.
Her palm flattens against my chest and her fingers curl.
“Hey, you,” she whispers, glancing up at me with a soft smile.
Is there any hesitation? Or is it just my scrambled imagination?
It would’ve been more sensible to part ways after the gravity-defying sex.
Only, what started in the hot tub and continued in bed kept going like an abandoned fire.
Slow, lazy, half-asleep sex.
Like our bodies instinctively knew what they wanted better than our heads, ignoring our brains when they were dizzy and tired.
“Hey, yourself,” I say.
Her voice is scratchy with sleep as she says, “So.”
“So.”
“Last night got a little heated.”
Fucking. Understatement.