Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
In sync from the start, both of us pull back for a moment to take a breath, our chests already straining to bring in enough oxygen to fuel the rush of desire. Our eyes meet, and so much is said without words.
I want you. I need you. I love you—yes, I’ve always loved her. And let’s fucking do this. At last.
The two-second break only intensifies the passion, and we’re back at each other, grabbing at fabric, kissing and biting, ripping away clothing to find more bare skin.
I flip her onto her back, flat on the sofa, and only when I have one of her nipples in my mouth do I pause to take another breath.
Her pulse pounds through her chest as I flick my tongue over her hardened peak, my lips wrapped around her breast. “Lexy.” Her name is a whisper. A prayer of thanks as I nuzzle the space at the center of her chest and brush my cheek against the delicate skin there.
“Gage.” Her hands urge me upward for another kiss before they tug at the back of my shirt.
I’ll give her everything she wants.
I rise up to pull off the t-shirt, and Lexy draws in a breath. “Fuck, Gage. Look at you.”
Her eyes roam side to side, from my neck down to my belt and back. She curls up so that her hands can trace the path her eyes made.
“How did you get a body like this?”
Her question doesn’t require an answer, but it does make me grateful for every hour spent at the gym.
“And this artwork.” Her fingers dance across my chest, my arms, my neck, down to the top of my jeans, and back. I wait for her to notice it, and when she does, her voice is a whisper. “Gage.”
Her eyes search mine, shift down to the tattoo that covers my heart, then back to my eyes, still searching.
I don’t know what I could say, even if I could speak.
“It’s me.” She presses her palm across the now-faded image, one of the first tattoos I ever got. It’s not recognizable as Lexy; in fact, no one except Kai and Thorn know that it’s her, but she knows because it’s a silhouette I drew of her long ago, a girl standing alone on a hill, her back straight and strong, her hair blowing in the breeze.
Her eyes are wide when I lean in to kiss her, and as I pick her up, her arms wrap around my neck and her body curls into mine.
When I lay her on the bed, her hands reach for me again, as if they’re on a mission to map my skin.
“Your body is so beautiful,” she says on a sigh.
“Not even half as beautiful as yours. As you are.” And she is beautiful, but I’d love her no matter what, because her physical appearance is nothing compared to her soul, and the way that she completes mine.
Her fingers tug at the snap on my pants and then draw down the zipper. Her eyes widen, and then her warm hands wrap around my cock, which is semi hard and quickly turning to granite.
“Gage, I want you inside me.”
I had other plans. Slow, sensual, extremely detailed plans for what I wanted to do to her first, but they can wait, because whatever Lexy wants, Lexy gets.
She lets go of me long enough to push her pants and underwear off of her hips, and with a few reverent strokes of my thumb, I find that she’s more than wet and ready for me.
Her hips jerk when I brush over her clit, and her mouth falls open. Her legs spread wide, welcoming me in as her hands pull at my shoulders, urging me closer.
My eyes are fixed on hers as my cock presses into her, finally going slow, inch by wondrous inch. Her gaze darts to the side as she bites her lip, but then she meets me again, staring back as her hips lift, taking me further inside her.
The two of us moan together, and my eyelids squeeze shut, taking it all in, recentering myself.
We may have gotten off to a quick start, but that’s not how we’re gonna finish.
“Doing okay?” I ask. Her hands are digging into my shoulder muscles, and her eyes are closed, but they flutter open at my question, and she nods quickly.
“Yeah. Good. Great.”
My lips curve into a smile before I dip down for a kiss.
I haven’t moved in her yet; I’ve been savoring her and letting her adjust. When I finally pull back, it’s tortuous heaven, her inner walls gripping me tightly, urging me to return.
I press in again and we both moan.
My arms slip around her, hugging her to me, her soft breasts pressing into my chest as I start to stroke inside her.
I slide one hand down to squeeze her bottom before pressing her hips up into mine, removing any space between us there, creating a friction right where I hope it will feel best for her.