Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
She looks at our hands, then at my face, then at the lake through the window. “I know,” she says. “I’ve known since the mint in the water.”
The mint. Day two. The cabin in the pines. Wild mint I picked on the perimeter walk because I noticed it and because noticing small, unnecessary things and acting on them is apparently how I show feelings I don’t have better words for.
She knew since day two. The distance was stupid for longer than I realized.
“I love you too,” she says. “In case that wasn’t clear from the fry theft and the storage unit and the ten days of sitting two inches from you pretending those two inches were enough.”
“They weren’t.”
“No. They weren’t.”
I kiss her. And it’s better than any kiss we’ve ever shared. The kiss deepens. Her hands slide up my chest and into my hair. I pull her closer until she’s half in my lap, the quilt bunching under us. When I finally break the kiss we’re both breathing harder.
“I need you,” I tell her, voice low against her mouth. “Wanted to get you somewhere soft and take my time.”
“Then take your time,” she whispers.
I ease her back onto the bed and follow her down. The real mattress is a luxury after days of concrete and cots. I stretch out beside her and run my hand slowly under her sweater, finding the warm skin of her waist, then higher, cupping her breast through the thin layer of her bra. She arches into the touch with a soft sound that goes straight through me.
“You feel so good,” I murmur, brushing my thumb over her nipple until it tightens. “Soft and warm and mine. I’ve been dying to get my mouth on these again.”
I push the sweater up and off, then the bra, and lower my head to take one breast into my mouth. I suck gently at first, then harder when she threads her fingers through my hair and holds me there. I give the other the same slow attention, licking and kissing until she’s shifting restlessly underneath me.
“Render…”
“I’ve got you.” I trail my mouth down her stomach, taking my time, tasting her skin. “I’m going to take care of you. Going to make you come slow and deep and then I’m going to get inside you and feel every second of it.”
I work her pants and underwear down her legs and settle between her thighs. The first slow drag of my tongue makes her gasp. I take my time, learning what makes her hips lift and what makes her fingers tighten in my hair. When I slide two fingers into her she’s already wet and ready, and the soft, needy sound she makes is the best thing I’ve heard all day.
“That’s it,” I say against her. “Let me feel how much you want this. You’re so wet for me already.”
I keep the rhythm steady and focused until she’s trembling and then coming with a broken cry, thighs shaking around my shoulders. I ease her through it, then climb back up her body and kiss her deeply so she can taste herself on my tongue.
She reaches for my clothes with impatient hands. I help her strip me down until there’s nothing left between us. When I settle between her legs again she wraps them around my hips and pulls me closer.
“I need you,” she says.
“You’ve got me.” I push into her slow and deep, watching her face the whole time. The heat of her around me is perfect. Tight. Familiar now and still brand new. “Fuck, Enley. You feel like home.”
I move with deliberate, deep strokes, keeping the pace unhurried even when every instinct wants to go harder. My mouth finds her neck, her ear, the soft spot just below it.
“I’ve been starving for this,” I tell her, voice rough against her skin. “Starving to get you under me, soft and open, and show you exactly how deep this goes. How much I love you. Wanted to take you slow and thorough until the only thing left in your head is me.”
She meets every thrust, hands sliding down my back, nails lightly scoring my skin. The pleasure builds steady and intense between us.
“Come with me,” I say against her mouth. “I want to feel it. Want to feel you break for me while I’m buried inside you.”
She does. The second orgasm hits her harder than the first, and the way she clenches around me pulls me right over the edge with her. I bury myself deep and come with a low groan, forehead pressed to hers, both of us shaking.
We stay like that for a long time, breathing together, bodies still joined. Eventually I ease out of her and pull the quilt over us. She curls against my side like she’s been doing it for years.