Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“Mmm,” she moans, dropping her mouth back down to mine.
I didn’t tease her much when we were back at the ranch, and I’ve regretted that every second since. You’d think I’d be in a better position to take my time right now, but then again, I’ve been inside of her before. My body knows what it’s been missing rather than just having a fantasy of what she feels like gripping my cock when she comes.
Taking a deep breath, I let her free hand roam down my chest while the other works some kind of voodoo on my cock that has me nearly to the brink of exploding.
“Anna,” I hiss. “Wait.”
She smiles against my lips, ignoring the warning, and since turnabout’s fair play, I press my fingers to her clit while the other arm wraps around her back. Her hand stills on mine, but just the pressure of her grip makes me grit my teeth.
“I’ll come,” I warn before nipping at her breast and sucking the nipple back into my mouth. She moans when my cheeks hollow, her head rolling on her shoulders like she’s in heaven.
“So come,” she manages, but her grip has lost its strength.
“You first.”
Crooking my fingers, I find her wet heat and press inside of her, my thumb making maddening circles on her clit.
God, she’s everything. She’s not shy, tilting her head down to watch my hand exploring her. She’s willing to let me dirty her up right here on the sofa in Dani’s room, and fuck if I don’t want to just lift her until we’re standing and impale myself right into the little slice of heaven I’ve been craving since the last time I was allowed to visit.
I have a million things to say to her. A thousand different ways I’ve started the conversation in my head. More than a hundred scenarios of my counterarguments when she tries to back away and tell me that what’s happening between us isn’t real.
It has to be. I feel it in my gut in a way I’ve never felt once before in my life. She’s perfect for me, and if it wasn’t because of our complicated past, I would’ve told her so. But, I’m tired of fighting it. Tired of worrying about how it looks to outsiders. Tired of some archaic code that says because I was married to her best friend a lifetime ago, that what we could have is wrong.
“Anna,” I pant against her mouth. “Please, baby. Give it to me.”
I use my free hand to pull the black lace of her panties to the side so I can have better access, and that seems to do the trick. Her body bows over mine, pussy clenching on my probing fingers as she comes apart.
“That’s it,” I praise. “So fucking perfect.”
She clings to me, both hands over my shoulders, fingernails digging into my skin, the tiny bites of pain making this more real than I ever thought it could be. I give her a minute to come down, loving the sex-drunk look in her eyes when they finally flutter open.
“I need you,” I whisper. “I want—”
Before I can tell her all the dirty things I plan to do to her starting today and never stopping, the hotel room door swings open, and it’s just my luck that my ex-wife is standing there staring at me, seconds away from ruining my life once again.
Chapter 32
Anna
I don’t even realize the door has opened until I see Deacon’s face fall. The needy look in his eyes drops in an instant. His eyes narrow mere seconds before I hear a feminine huff behind me. He doesn’t seem too quick to pull his fucking fingers from inside of me, and I read that, along with the fact that if I look over my shoulder that I’ll find Dani standing behind me as a way for him to get back at his ex for leaving him. I’ve become the pawn in this scenario when moments ago, I thought the look in his eyes was pure lust and need.
It kills a little part inside of me if I’m being honest.
“Oh, God!” I yelp, trying to scramble off his lap.
He doesn’t try to hold me against him. Doesn’t open his mouth to explain or tell her to leave because she’s interrupting a private moment. While I’m frantic and looking for my dress, he stands from the sofa lazily as if he wants Dani to get a real good look at him, slowly pulling up his jeans.
“Nothing going on, huh?”
I feel his eyes burning into my back, but I can’t face him right now. It’s already taking everything I have to keep from crying, and I don’t know if the misery stems from her catching us or him not opening his mouth to defend what we were doing.