Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“I love seeing, feeling your anticipation as it mounts,” he said in a low voice.
She licked her lips again, finding it increasingly harder to breathe. “I like it too.”
On a groan, he kissed her again, lingering this time. And then, at last, he freed the clasp at her spine and let the bra fall. She felt him cup her in his hands, felt the awe in his touch, felt the desire in the way he slowly moved the pads of his thumbs over her aroused flesh. She was the one groaning now and arching into him, putty in his hands, letting herself be molded by him, by his desire, and by her own.
“I want to touch you too,” she said, and reached for his shirt, trying to pull it up and off.
His laugh was raw and hoarse with need as he helped her, pulling off his sweater and shirt until his torso was bare. With greedy hands and mouth, she touched him, craving him more and more with every second they were together. She simply couldn’t get enough of him. She needed him completely naked, just like her. So that she could touch all of him. Love all of him. She moved her hands to his jeans, but he was already one step ahead of her, yanking the zipper down, then shoving them off.
She reached for the warm skin of his hips and then around the front to clasp his hard heat in her hands. Soft like silk and yet hard like steel. She gripped him gently at first and then with a firmer touch as he pushed into her hands, and she ran them up the length of him and then down and then up again. Until the next thing she knew, he was lifting her in his arms. He had barely laid her back on the bed when she heard the tearing of the condom package. She wanted to help, but without sight, she’d only make the process take longer.
And she couldn’t wait any longer for him. For the ultimate pleasure of becoming one with him. There were faint bits of light coming in under the blindfold, but not enough that she could see. No, there was only his delicious masculine scent. The sound of his ragged breathing to match hers. And the pleasure of feeling him move over her at last and then fill her. Not slowly this time, but in one hard thrust that she welcomed with a gasp of pleasure.
She wrapped her legs around him and would have wrapped her arms around him, too, except he threaded their fingers together and lifted her hands above her head, holding them on the pillow. Holding her right where he wanted her as he moved over her, into her, harder, faster.
There were no words, only the sounds of the purest bliss. Unrivaled ecstasy. More sensation than she had ever felt before. Everything was heightened, and she fully gave herself over to it.
This was different. And not just because of the blindfold. Tonight, everything felt bigger, heavier, because this was real now. This was no fling. This wasn’t just a passing couple of weeks in her life to experience pleasure. This wasn’t just about her body anymore. It was about her heart too. And it was about trusting Malcolm not only with her body, but also with everything she was.
She crested the peak on a cry, but she didn’t fall alone. Malcolm was there with her, every heartbeat, every breath, every blissful explosion of pleasure.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Sunday morning, Josie and Malcolm took a stroll around the island before heading over to the cottages. The local café would be catering breakfast and lunch at the reading retreat, so Josie wanted to make sure everything was on track. Malcolm liked having a meeting with Jacob over coffee and fresh croissants in the bakery. It was so far removed from the life he’d lived for the last decade.
There had been satisfaction in closing the big deals, he wasn’t going to deny that. But there was something about creating something beautiful with your bare hands and with the kind of partnership that he and Josie had so naturally together. They often thought of the same thing at the same time, and when one of them did have an idea that the other hadn’t thought of, it was always a good one and easy to agree upon.
He loved working on the cottages with her, taking a lunch break with her and whoever else was onsite—usually one of his sisters—under the shade of a cherry tree, sprawled on the lawn, eating a sandwich and an apple. It all felt so simple, in the best way.
The life where he took clients out for two-hundred-dollar lunches felt like someone else’s life now. And yet, it had only been a week. Funny how much had changed in that week. Not just what he did during the day, but how he felt about the woman he was with.