Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
He smiles down at me when he pulls back, and I glance over at the telescope. “What are you looking at tonight?”
“Well, if my calculations are right, in about twenty minutes, I’ll be looking at the northern lights.”
I feel my eyebrows climb. “You’re kidding. Really?”
“You’re just in time,” he confirms and gestures for me to sit on the super comfy couch. He picks up the iPad again before sitting next to me, taps the screen, and I hear the door lock.
“You can lock the door on your iPad?”
“Handy, isn’t it?” He leans forward to set it on the coffee table, then pulls me into his arms and kisses me again. “I’ve fucking missed you this week. It was torture. I’m usually a patient man, but I hated that you didn’t reply to me and that I couldn’t see you.”
“I’m sorry. I hated it, too, especially because I’d grown so used to being with you all the time, but the week flew by, and before I knew it, six days without you had passed, and, well…if you hadn’t come to the shop, I would have found you. I missed you every minute.” His hand drifts up under the hem of my sweatshirt, and when he discovers that I’m not wearing a bra, he groans. “I didn’t really do that on purpose. I just threw some clothes on so I could come over here.”
“I’m glad you did. If I didn’t have a gaggle of kids here, I would have come to you. It was great having you next to me at the game, but torture at the same time because I haven’t touched you in a week, and I wanted you to myself.”
I grin as I toe off my shoes and tug his T-shirt up his torso. He obliges me, pulling it over his head, and I run my fingertips over his smooth, warm skin.
“I love your body,” I whisper as I gently caress him. “So strong, so confident. Even though you’re so much bigger than me, we seem to fit together well.”
“Like you were made for me,” he says, watching me with happy hazel eyes as he lets my hand roam over him patiently. “You’re so damn beautiful, babe.”
I love that he thinks so.
He undresses me so slowly, so patiently, I can’t help but wonder what in the hell he’s waiting for because it’s been a week, and I can’t wait to strip this man down and get him inside of me.
But when I hurry, he just kisses me and slows me down again.
“You’re killing me,” I whisper against his lips.
“I’m savoring you,” he whispers in return. “Every inch of you. You’re such a gift, Polly.”
God, he can make my heart stutter with just a couple of words. With just a look, a simple touch.
When I’m naked and laid out before him on the cushions of the couch, the night sky bright above us, Ryan kisses down my neck, between my breasts, over my belly, and then spreads my legs wide so he can kiss me in the most intimate of places.
I arch my back, push my fingers into his hair, and revel in the cool air as it swirls over my bare skin while Ryan does delicious things to me.
“Open your eyes,” he says. “And look up.”
I do as he says and gasp.
Above us, the sky is alive, dancing with greens and reds, as if moving with the beat of my heart.
I glance down at him, and Ryan smiles at me and then licks me, and I can’t help but watch the sky as he takes me up over that glorious peak of release.
Finally, he pushes out of his jeans, and I reach down to grasp onto him as he covers me. He pushes inside of me, and we both sigh in relief, in absolute pleasure, and he fists his hand in my hair as he kisses me again.
“So beautiful,” he says against my lips as he starts to move. “So fucking mine.”
Yes. I’m his. Every bit of me, everything I am, is his. I feel so connected to him in every way; there’s no way that I could ever be for anyone else.
It’s only Ryan Wild.
“Let me straddle you. I want you to see, too.”
He moves swiftly, never pulling out of me, as he sits on the couch, and, with my knees planted on either side of his hips, I set the pace now, rocking and moving on him. He tips his head back on the cushion and glances up, and that magnificent mouth smiles.
“Jesus, this is incredible.” He looks at me with so much love in those hazel eyes, it almost drowns me. “Go over, babe. Come on.”
“Together.” I tip my forehead to his, tightening around him, and his fingertips dig into the globes of my ass deliciously. “With me.”