Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Callie's sweet body rocks and hums rhythmically, driving me insane with all the things I didn't know I wanted in life. She is heaven on Earth, I just have to learn how to take care of her. To treat this perfect angel right, the way she deserves.
“Liam...” Her soft voice curls around my insides.
“Yeah, baby?” My hands trail up her torso. I love the feel of her hot body pressed against mine, our skin searing at the touch as if we are fire and water coming together in a glorious combustion.
My tongue rotates between her sweet lips and her succulent, rosy nipples, I pull myself out of her hot center and drag along the seam and tease at her entrance, never fully giving her all of me. One of her hands fumbles between us and she grasps my cock, throbbing and vertical, ready for her body.
“Liam...” Her lips dust across my shoulder as her nails dig into my chest, her soft pants make my cock throb and twitch as it burns and hums for release.
“Tell me,” I husk as my hands fist into her hips, her body rocking against mine before her thighs clench and her form trembles, soft sighs and a low moan accompanying her release. My own orgasm bunches and burns low in my balls as I shove one hand through her waves, wrapping my other palm at her nape and pulling her lips to mine, tasting all the sweetness she offers on her pretty, pouty lips. My muscles tense and my kisses grow more demanding as a thousand tingling sensations rocket through me.
She is so beautiful. A sexy siren chasing my own lonely heart. Her sweet doe eyes looking up at me, the wispy curls around her cheeks, she is my own perfect little princess and I am her dark knight.
"Damn, I could get lost in you. You’re so soft and sweet, I don’t deserve so much goodness.”
“You might think I’m sweet and innocent, that I don't know much about what men want. But it doesn't matter to me, Liam, because I want you. I've always wanted every single part of you, even the broken ones. You're perfect to me, you've always been perfect to me.”
I can feel emotion welling in my eyes, but I push it back. I won't let emotions take over our time together, especially when it's so precious. She is the embodiment of every dream I thought was impossible. I’m terrified. I've never done this before, never had to make a relationship work. And for the first time, I want one to work.
My hands tighten on her soft hips. I need to make sure our connection is real and alive between us. Spinning her in my arms, I lift her legs up over my hips and force her to straddle me as I stand, pressing her against the porch railing and filling her with my cock once more. “You're so damn beautiful.” My fingers grip tightly into her hair. “Your eyes, your skin, your heart...they're all perfect for me.”
My orgasm burns low at my spine as her legs begin to shake. I thrust my head back as she twists her hips, fisting me like a silk vise, as my orgasm rockets off through my body, tightening my muscles and stealing all the oxygen from the room.
With her head buried in my shoulder, I can't see her face but I can feel her everywhere. Her nails digging into my shoulders as we move together, chasing happiness that I didn't know was possible with her by my side. “You're mine. Do you hear me?” Bringing her chin up to meet my gaze, I continue fiercely. “Whatever happens, it's just you and me.”
I carry her into the house and back to our bed, tucking her into my arms and the pillows like I haven't just worked over her delicious body seven ways from Sunday. I nuzzle into her neck, my heart locking into pace with hers as my mind finally feels calm enough to sleep with thoughts that Callie Baker is my forever.
Chapter Twelve
Callie–three months later
The smell of cedar greets me as I step into the yoga studio—a mix of warm wood, sunlight streaming through the large windows, and the faintest trace of lavender essential oil. It’s perfect. Every inch of this place feels like a sanctuary, a place rebuilt not just with Liam’s hands but with his heart.
“Hey, boss,” Olivia chirps from the reception desk. She’s stacking mats in neat rows, her energy a whirlwind as always. “Got a full class booked for tonight. Seems like the Wednesday flow is the new hot ticket.”
I smile, warmth spreading in my chest. “Good. That’s what I like to hear.”
“Pretty sure it’s not just the yoga,” she teases, glancing at the photo on the wall behind me. It’s a shot of Liam standing in front of the studio, his arms crossed, a rare smirk on his face. He insisted I put it up to show people who rebuilt the place, but I know it was his way of quietly staking a claim.