Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
That makes it even more impressive that she’s the boss. But as I get to know her better, as the woman and not the kid sister, it doesn’t surprise me.
Her nails gently scrape over my chest, and I hear her sleepyhead voice ask, “Did you stay awake the whole time?”
“I couldn’t sleep.” I glance down at her and smile. She’s just as beautiful waking up as she always is.
“Too much on your mind?”
“No. Just didn’t want to miss any of this.”
Pushing up on her elbow, she widens her eyes as she stares at me in disbelief. “This? As in time with me?”
I tuck some of the wilder hair strands behind her ear. “Yes. I’m only here until Wednesday. I can sleep on the plane or at night when I’m back at my folk’s place. With you, I want to remember everything, even how you look sleeping.”
“You’re very charming, Mr. Grange.” She slides on top of me. There’s no hiding that even being next to her gets me hard, much less when she’s on top of me. Perky tits, curvy hips, and that smile that hasn’t left her face since I showed up earlier today. It was even there when she was asleep. “And so ready for me.”
She presses her hands to my chest and lifts. With our eyes fixed on each other, I adjust my dick to position the tip at her entrance. “Wait, we need birth control. I didn’t come here thinking I was getting laid . . .”
Leaning down, she kisses me and then whispers against my lips, “I’m on the pill.” She kisses me again, but instead of getting distracted by the soft plushness of her lips like I usually do, my mind ticks through what she said. The pressure grows along with parts of my body as if that were possible since I’m already as hard as steel for this woman, but I need to know. I carefully remove her from my mouth and tilt back to look her in the eyes. “Why are you on the pill if you haven’t had sex in years?”
She shrugs. “I’m an optimist.”
Unexpected.
Blunt.
Honest.
There’s no one like her.
I grab her waist and flip her onto the mattress because I’m good with that. Wedging her knees farther apart, I settle between her legs and angle my cock until it’s right where I want it. “Hey,” I say, our lips just a breath away. “I’ll go slow, but you tell me if it’s too much. Okay?”
She wiggles just enough to put space between us, and then her fingertips press to my shoulders. “You’re making me nervous, Tagger.”
My chest tightens, and doubts start to creep in. She claims she’s unbreakable. But resting my weight on my elbows, I look down at her. She’s so much smaller when she’s under my big frame. Careful needs to be my mantra, which is new for me. It’s an act to get off. With her, it feels like more, more than myself and my heart are involved. Maybe this isn’t sex.
Are we making love?
Yes. That’s what I want with her instead of this solely being a physical act. It’s all coming together. Oh fuck, this is a first.
Do I want to be connected to her with strings attached?
Yes.
Yeah, I fucking do, in ways I’ve never wanted with anyone else. It’s got to be that mouth of hers that’s caused this—snarky and self-assured, so fucking kissable, and the way she went down on me . . . it was the best blow job I’ve ever had. I’m surprised her killer skills didn’t send me to an early grave.
I stare at her as the revelation clears any doubts I might have had. The features of her face are delicate—the bridge of her nose, the bow at the top of her lips, and even the chin that gives her a heart-shaped face. I kiss her cheek, then next to her eye, her forehead, and find her lips again. If I could kiss her heart, I would. Instead, I vow to protect it. “Don’t be, babe. I’m going to make you feel so good.” It’s the minutest of nods, but her eyes are set on mine, and I can’t find any hesitation inside when searching. I shift my hips, putting gentle pressure against her entrance. I kiss her, our tongues caressing, my hand stroking her face, and push in.
A gasp juts her head back into the pillow. Her eyes close, and her nails dig into my skin. I freeze in place, regretting not spending more time to prepare her.
She appears to catch her breath and is ready to go when she opens her eyes again. A hard swallow is followed by a sweet smile. Reaching up, she cups my cheek and runs her thumb back and forth as if soothing me when I know she’s the one who could be hurt. “I’m okay, babe. Slow is good, but I want you to move. I need you to.”