Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
She leans back to catch my gaze and goddamn smirks at me. “Don’t I?”
“You’re lucky I only have the use of one arm.”
“Hasn’t stopped you so far.” Challenge accepted.
I flip her down onto the mattress, her hair flying from the fast action as a squeal rushes from her lungs. I start fucking her like this bad girl wants—hard, fast, deeper than she thought possible. Forcing a breath out with each thrust, I secure my hand to her shoulder and fuck her like I wanted to the first time we butted heads. She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever fucking met, and that mouth of hers, the snark and comebacks, her stubborn streak have all been foreplay. So I give her what she wants and take what I need.
Digging her nails into my shoulders, she chants my name as if I’m the one she worships. I kiss her neck, licking the base of her jawline, predicting a downfall once the truth comes to light. How will we survive our own lies? I’m not convinced we can.
I bite because she’s so goddamn beautiful, and my basest instincts to own every part of her kick in. I start to sink my teeth, but soothe any red I left with a swipe of my tongue. “I want you,” I confess on the next breath.
Our bodies slow, the connection still strong between us when she lifts my chin with only her fingertip. “You have me, Warner. I’m yours.” She kisses my lips, and then whispers, “I’m right here with you.”
I exhale, knowing I’ll keep the lies going forever if it means I get to keep her. I pick up my pace, and this time, I slide my hand between her legs. Her body reacts with an arched back and thrust of her pelvis. When I rub her bud, she says, “Don’t stop. I’m so close.”
As if I could. I’m too damn selfish for that. I thrust into her, so turned on by the tightness and hold she not only has on my body but also on my heart. Her hands grab my ass and urge me forward. I pull back, taking her in before I plunge forward again. She has me staggering on the precipice of the abyss. I don’t fight it. I close my eyes and welcome it.
My body moves of its own accord toward the desire to embrace euphoria with her. When I come, the sounds of my girl falling with me fill my space and time, capture and release.
And when I return to the haven of this life with her, I wrap my arm around her and hold her to my chest. Her breathing is ragged while her body recovers, collapsed on top of mine. Sweat slicks over our skin, and a few cookie crumbs stick to her back.
I grin. What a fucking mess we’re in, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Not with her. This is heaven. I kiss the top of her head and then remove the condom. “You hungry? I think I’m going to heat up the spaghetti and meatballs.”
The rattle of her body against mine, the lift of her cheek on my chest, has me smiling in response. She rests her hand on me and her chin on top of that. “I could eat.”
“That’s my girl.”
“Am I, Warner? Am I your girl?” Her smile is softer, matching our breathing as it regulates back to normal. Her expression is so genuine and not shaped by disbelief, but more by the hope that it might be true.
Sometimes I wonder how this will play out, how the truth eventually finds the light. I’m certain too much damage will be done by that point. But this between us now, that look in her eyes, gives me the same hope she’s feeling. “You are, Sass.” I kiss her head and then shift to the side. She falls onto the mattress as I slide off. “Mainly,” I say with a chuckle, “because no one else would put up with the nonsense.” Rolling onto her back, tits up, and a grin so big that you’d think she was trying to win over some pageant judges, she laughs.
I’m already walking into the bathroom, tossing the trash away and mapping out my plan of attack. I’ll take a shower and then tackle the cleaning. Vacuuming the carpet to changing the sheets, I’m making a list in my mind when she says, “What you call nonsense others consider treasure. Be careful, Hotshot, or you just might lose me to the competition.”
I hadn’t thought about her life outside of this apartment until I met her family. That was the extent of it. She could have a boyfriend. Hell, she could be married to someone else for all I know. Neither is reasonable if I have tonight to go by. Her family wasn’t in on the grand plan. They would have said something if she had someone special in her life. Right?