Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 43787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
"Jesus," he groans against my throat, his breath hot, ragged. "You drive me crazy, Alaina."
I feel the truth of his words in the way his hands grip my hips, dragging me tighter against him. His body is all heat and muscle, his skin burning against mine. The air around us is thick, humid, but it’s nothing compared to the fire raging between us.
My jeans are slipping lower, his fingers hooked in the waistband, and I don't stop him. I can't. I don't want to.
"Say it," he demands, his lips grazing my collarbone.
"Say what?" I barely recognize my own voice, breathless and needy.
"That you want this." His hands tighten on my hips, thumbs brushing over the sensitive skin just above my underwear. "That you want me."
I swallow hard, my heart hammering against my ribs. "I want you," I whisper, and it's not just about tonight. It's everything.
His response is immediate. His mouth crashes against mine again, rougher this time, full of need. He tugs my jeans down the rest of the way, leaving me in nothing but my panties. The cool air kisses my heated skin, but I barely notice.
Then his hands are on my thighs, lifting me, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I feel the hard press of him through his jeans, and it sends a jolt of pure want straight to my core.
"Fuck," he rasps, his forehead dropping to mine. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this."
"Then stop waiting," I challenge, my fingers working the last barrier between us—his jeans. I shove them down, my breath catching as he kicks them off with his shoes, another pair of Chucks, leaving nothing between us but the thin fabric of my panties.
His eyes darken, his control slipping. I can feel it in the tension of his muscles, the way his body trembles against mine. He wants me just as desperately as I want him.
"You're sure?" His voice is rough, almost pained.
I don't hesitate. "Yes."
That's all it takes. One word.
His mouth crashes back to mine as he grips my hips, pressing me against the tree, and then there’s nothing but sensation. His hands, his mouth, the delicious friction as he slides into my slick heat. No need to work me I am ready.
I gasp against his lips, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he moves in me, stretching and pushing me higher, higher. Every nerve ending in my body is alive, burning, and I don't want it to stop. I don't want anything but him.
The world fades away. It's just us—our bodies tangled in the night air, the sound of our heavy breathing mixing with the rustling leaves.
And when release finally crashes over me, it's not just pleasure.
It's freedom.
Real. Raw. Undeniable.
And I'm not scared anymore. In fact, in this moment I feel completely free.
CHAPTER 15
DAMIAN
I wake up to the warmth of her body pressed against mine, her bare skin soft under my hand. The dim light seeping through the blinds casts a hazy glow across the room, illuminating her in a way that makes my chest tighten. She’s lying on her stomach, her dark hair spilling over my pillow, the sheets tangled around her hips, exposing the smooth curve of her back.
Last night comes rushing back—her moans, the way she came apart in my arms, the way she let go, let me have all of her.
And now, in the quiet of the morning, I want more.
I shift onto my side, propping myself up on my elbow as I take my time drinking her in. She’s still asleep, her breathing slow and steady, her lips parted just enough to make me think of all the sinful things I could do to her.
Fuck.
I want to wake her up my way.
Sliding the sheets lower, I reveal the perfect curves of her ass, the long line of her legs. My cock twitches at the sight of her, already hard, already needing to be inside her again. But I’m not in a hurry. No, I want to take my time, savor her, make her fall apart before she even realizes she’s awake.
I trail my fingers down her spine, slow and deliberate, watching the way her skin reacts to my touch. She shifts slightly, murmuring something in her sleep, but she doesn’t wake.
Yet.
I smirk, lowering my head, pressing my lips to her lower back, just above the curve of her ass. I taste her skin, the faintest trace of salt and last night still lingering. My hands slide lower, gripping her thighs, spreading her just enough to give me access to exactly where I want to be.
She stirs, her breath hitching as I brush my mouth along the inside of her thigh.
I let my tongue trace the sensitive skin there, teasing her, feeling the way her body starts to respond even in sleep. She’s still damp from last night, and the knowledge that she’s already wet for me, even now, sends a surge of need through me.