Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
This was no kiss. Not even an embrace. She was so self-conscious about not showering for three days or even brushing her teeth that she asked for time to get ready and present herself in a better light.
After all this time apart, all this heartache, I hardly noticed her disarray. But I wanted her to be comfortable, so I left the apartment, headed down to the pizzeria where we’d gone out together for the first time, and grabbed a pizza before I headed back.
By the time I walked back into the apartment, she was ready. Her hair was shiny and bouncy, and her pale face now had some color after she applied her blush. Her eyelashes were thick with dark makeup. In just an hour, she’d turned into a smokeshow. She glanced down at the pizza box in my hand and gave a smirk. “Some things never change.”
“Nope.” I set it on the counter and walked toward her, taking my time because my heart raced like a Maserati on the track. She was in a blouse and jeans, but she might as well have come out naked because I was just going to rip everything off. When we got close, I felt the rush of blood to my head, felt the tingle of excitement that she gave me the first time I saw her. There was something about this woman that made butterflies swarm in my stomach. No one else had ever made me feel that way.
As I came closer, I noticed the breath she took, the way her nerves made her eyes shift back and forth much quicker than they normally did. Her excitement was bottled, and the pressure was about to make the glass crack.
I moved into her, my arms circling her tiny waist and bringing her in close to me. I’d wanted to kiss her when I first saw her, but now that I had her in my arms, all I wanted to do was squeeze.
So I squeezed her hard.
I squeezed her against me, my chin on her head, my eyes closed. A wave of pain rushed through me as I accepted how much I’d missed her, how miserable I’d been since she’d walked out on me. She’d believed my innocence without question, but when she didn’t believe my story about her father the same way, it broke me.
Her face rested against my chest, and she gripped me around the torso, her hands barely able to meet in the middle of my spine because of my bulkiness. Her quick breaths turned slow and even as the peace and joy swept through her.
I smelled her hair. Memorized the feel of her familiar body in my hands. Inhaled her perfume of roses and lavender. I wanted to stay like that forever, to have this moment last an eternity. I loved passion and excitement, but I also loved peace.
She was the first one to give it to me.
I pulled away and cupped her face, forcing her beautiful eyes on me. “It’s you and me from this moment forward. Alright?”
Her eyes were locked on mine, intense in their desire but rigid in their confidence. “Yes.”
“We’re a family.”
“I know.” Her palm moved to my face, cupping my cheek. “Us versus everyone else.”
My thumb brushed her bottom lip before I dipped my head and kissed her, felt those plump lips that had left invisible tattoos all over my body. Soft and full, they were exactly as I remembered…but they were even more than before.
Because now everything was different.
For the first time, there were no barriers between us, nothing keeping us apart, no threats or lies. She saw all of me, the truth in my heart, the loyalty that I’d been unable to prove.
That slow kiss intensified into something more within seconds, and soon, I was taking her entire mouth with my anxious kiss, claiming those lips the way I’d wanted to on our wedding day. My fingers slid through her soft hair that I fisted as reins. My grip was tight—and this time, I wouldn’t let go.
My arms lifted her into my body, and I held her against me, our mouths still crushing together in fiery passion. My hands clutched her ass as I carried her to the unmade bed in her bedroom, and I held her there and kissed her a little longer, not wanting to break our kiss even for a few seconds when I dropped her on the bed.
I eventually rolled her to the mattress then yanked her jeans hard over her hips, tugging so hard that the fabric would have ripped if it were anything but denim. My fingers hooked into her panties too, tugging those down along with everything else. A perfectly groomed pussy was on display for me, and the sight of her glistening sex immediately made my mouth water like I was about to feast. “Forgot how pretty that pussy is…” My knees dropped to the rug underneath her bed, and my arms hooked behind her knees, spreading her open like a buffet. My lips pressed to her folds, and I was reunited with paradise, sweet and soft, the smell exactly as I remembered.