Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
She dropped her head until it rested on my sternum, nestled between the hard wall of my pecs.
“I was a dumbass. I was hurt, and I overreacted. I should’ve just spoken with you, but instead of doing that, I punished us both when I didn’t need to.”
Her hand rose up, starting around my waist, and slowly moving in an upward motion along the line of my side. My ribs. My armpit, around my shoulder, then stopping just below my clavicle.
“I wanted to call you,” she whispered.
My eyes closed.
“I wanted you to call me, too.”
“I was afraid that by asking you to come, you’d feel obligated, and I wasn’t sure we were at that point in our relationship yet.”
I growled in frustration, wrapping my arms around her and holding on tight for a few long seconds.
“How about we both stop assuming what the other one is feeling or wants out of the relationship, and we just go from there?” I offered. “Start letting each other think for themselves.”
Her hand slid back down my side, then in and across my belly as she moved it to trail her fingers through the line of hair that led down the center of my abdomen.
I caught her hand. It was like ice in my palm.
“Naomi,” I tried to pull away, putting a little distance in between us as I spoke. “I’m in a real tight place right now,” I informed her, stepping back one more step. “I’m on the edge, and I don’t want to make this any more complicated. Plus, you just had surgery…”
“Four weeks ago,” she supplied. “I’m not hurt. I’m not delicate. And honestly, I’m fucking horny. You’ve done nothing but tease me with your hot, sweaty body for weeks. You’re here, I want you here, and I want you. There’s nothing else to say to that.”
There really wasn’t.
If she was being honest, then it was time for me to be honest, too.
“I would want nothing more than to fuck you right now,” I started. “But you make me lose my mind. I’m in a place that’s not my own, and I’m not even sure I’m welcome here at this point since I’m sure you shared with your entire family, and all of your friends, the reason for your impromptu visit.”
Her eyes shone with laughter. “You won’t die.”
I dropped my mouth to hers, kissed the ever loving shit out of her, and then released her lips. “I won’t die?”
Her mouth kicked up at one side. “Correct. You won’t die. They know, but they’re not going to kill you while you sleep.”
I moved until I could push her to the bed, Naomi's soft body moving compliantly with mine as we went.
The moment her calves met the bed, she fell back to her ass and waited for what I would do next.
“I’m fucking insane,” I murmured to her before dropping down on the bed between her thighs. “Your friend’s husband is going to kill me.”
“Drew won’t kill you,” she promised. “He might scowl at you, but he understands.”
I didn’t really care if he understood at this point or not.
All I cared about was the fact that I had a hot, welcoming woman underneath me that I’d done nothing but dream about for the last twenty days.
“You got any condoms?”
“One,” I grunted. “Enough for now.”
She hummed in agreement, then started to buck her hips in little tiny jerks as I ran my tongue up the length of her jaw.
“Need to be quiet,” I informed her as I bent low, taking her sweet lips.
The moment her mouth met mine, I started running my hands up the back of her shirt, slowly sliding it from her body, one slow inch at a time. However, since my hands were fumbling in the dark while I tried to contain the woman about to explode before I could even get inside of her, it took a lot longer than I would’ve desired.
“Had dreams about you and this,” I told her gruffly, my fingers playing along the ridge of her spine. “About how you’d feel underneath of me again.”
She bit her lip and stared up at me as I slowly let my fingers dance along the soft seam of her panties.
She sucked in her stomach, and I took the invitation for what it was.
The second my fingers met her pubic hair, she gasped. Her breathing was already ragged, as was mine.
Her hand moved, skimming over my belly, and stopping at my nipple.
As her soft finger played over the sensitive tip, my eyes closed and my hip jerked reflexively as my cock pressed into her bare, soft thigh.
She moaned into my throat, and my hand shifted deeper into her panties.
My fingers moved of their own volition once my hand was completely inside her silky underwear, seeking the heat between her thighs.
Due to the stretchiness of said panties, my movements weren’t constricted in the least as my fingers delved between the lips of her sex.