Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“Kiss me,” I plead, desperate to shut my mind off and just feel. For once, I don’t want to think, or overthink, or worry. I just want the peace I find in his arms.
He crashes his lips against mine with a broken groan. I arch into him, bowing to the desire seething between us. It’s always been there, raging like a river. And now, I’ve dove off the cliff right into the depths of it.
“Fuck,” he growls when I thrust my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. My legs twine around his waist, as if I can keep him right here with me through sheer physical strength and willpower alone.
But I don’t think he intends to go anywhere, anyway.
He nips my bottom lip and then plunges his tongue back inside, pillaging my mouth. Claiming it as his. And I feel that kiss in my soul. It shakes desperation loose, makes me greedy.
“Please,” I gasp, rocking beneath him. “Please, Keegan.”
“What do you want, sweetness? You want me to make you feel good?” he asks, sliding one hand under my shirt to yank it up my body. “You want to come for me?”
“I want you!” I cry softly. It’s nothing but the truth. I don’t want his hands or his mouth or one single piece of him. I want every part of him. I need him more than air right now.
He groans again, another broken, desperate sound as he rips my shirt off over my head. I sob quietly when he falls on me this time, wrapping those perfect lips around one nipple.
“They’re so much bigger now, Landry baby. So much sweeter.” He sucks hard, and I know he can taste the milk dripping from them, but he doesn’t seem to mind it. In fact, he growls, rocking his hips against mine and sucks harder. “So fucking sweet.”
I claw down his back, trying to stay quiet so we don’t wake up Lily. But it’s so damn hard when he’s all over me.
His hand slips beneath the waistband of my leggings, his fingers sliding against my skin. I arch and mewl and beg, frantic to feel him right there again, sending me over into heaven.
He drags my pants down my legs instead, leaving me bare beneath him.
“Fuck,” he groans, those gorgeous eyes eating me up as he leans back on his heels to stare at me. “You’re so much softer now, Landry. Every fucking night, I hold you and I feel like I’m going to break in half because I’m not inside you.”
I reach for him, choking on his name. My hand closes around the bulge in his pants. My core clenches, memories from that day slamming into me. The feel of him inside me, his piercing dragging along my walls. The way he was so gentle and so rough at the same time…
“Please, Keegan,” I plead, squeezing him through his pants. “Please.”
“No.”
My gaze flies to his, shock rushing through me.
“Not yet, sweetness,” he breathes, his eyes on fire with need. “Not until you’re soaking my face again. Been thinking about it for a goddamn year. I need your taste on my tongue again before I lose my fucking mind.”
“Yes, yes, please.” I arch and babble and plead, willing to give him anything if it gets him inside me any faster. If it gets his mouth on me again.
I’m a bundle of raw sensations and starving need beneath him as he kisses his way down my body, lavishing attention on me. Spoiling me with it. Every stretchmark that appeared when I was pregnant, he seeks out with his lips, planting reverent kisses across my skin.
By the time he drags my legs over his shoulders, I’m already on the verge, so damn close it’s not going to take much to send me over.
“Christ, I missed this,” he says…and he sounds a little like he could cry right now. “So pretty and pink. So wet and mine. God, Landry baby. You know how many times I’d wake up with my cock in my hand and your name on my lips, the ghost of you on my tongue?” His fiery eyes meet mine. “How many times I wanted to tear the fucking world apart just to taste you again?”
“I t-thought about you too,” I gasp, writhing beneath him. “I dreamed about you so many times.”
He groans, a storm raging in his eyes. “It’s not a dream this time, sweetness. I’m right here.”
“Keegan, I lo… Oh!” I sob, my hips bowing from the bed as he lunges, burying himself face-first between my legs.
Just like the first time we were together, there is nothing slow or gentle about him as he eats. He’s a starving beast, feasting after famine. He licks and sucks, his tongue running in circles around my clit before he thrusts it inside me.
I shatter with his name on my lips and blood rushing in my ears.