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)
Using my body, I still her. I don’t take prisoners, and I want her too much to take my time. I go right for the prize and add another finger. She pulls my hair as her moans become more frequent. I fuck the bed beside her while pleasuring her to the extent of calling my name louder and louder. It’s when she can’t help jolting her hips off the bed that I French-kiss her clit and then nip.
The first tremor sends her quivering in bliss. And when she melts to the mattress, I’m pulled to go higher to be closer to her. I give her one more kiss on her lower lips before turning my attention to her mouth. Taking full possession, I kiss her and go deeper while her body squirms beneath me, moaning into my mouth.
When her body calms and her muscles ease, I pull back to see her tugging that swollen bottom lip of hers under her teeth. I fall to the side, lying next to her, allowing her to get the best of me before I even have a chance to release. It doesn’t matter, only she does. Resting my arm over my head, I close my eyes, still tasting her on my lips.
“That was naughty,” she says, and a gentle poke to my ribs makes me smile.
“Too far?” I ask, my eyes still closed as the adrenaline drains from my body.
Snuggling against my side, she kisses my pec. “No. I liked it more than I expected.”
I spy on her through one open eye. “The sex?”
“The last part.”
I curl her in my arm and kiss her forehead. “I like you, babe. A lot.”
I score that grand prize smile of hers and laugh. “Who knew all I needed was a six-foot-three hunk of a man to make me come for my life to be sunshine and roses, even when it’s rainy outside?”
“I could have told you that.”
She snorts. “I’m sure you could’ve.” Propping herself on my chest, she says, “This has been one of the best days of my life.”
That hits deep and tightens my chest. I bring my other arm over so I’m holding all of her. “One of?” I tease with a smirk.
“Sorry, but winning the barrel races junior year gives it a solid run for the money.”
I lean over, making sure her eyes are firmly on mine when I say, “I’m going to secure first place if it’s the last thing I do before leaving Peachtree Pass.”
“Promise?” She waggles her brows.
“Swear on my life.”
CHAPTER 23
Christine
Manifesting works.
I want Tagger Grange to fall in love with me.
“I think I already am.”
I hadn’t realized my whispers could be heard. My gaze darts to the right of me, where he’s been sleeping or so I thought. Seeing him rub his eyes and look over at me with nothing but adoration has me feeling mushy inside. “You are?” Sure, he told me he was earlier, but a part of me just wondered if it was the appetizer before dinner started, wistful words before having sex.
“Yes, Pris.” Taking hold of my hand between our bodies, he says, “I’m not sure after sex is the best time to discuss these things.”
“True.” He’s right. My emotions are all over the place and spiraling from the activities. “We had sex.” I smile. “Really good sex.”
“Great sex.” His warm hand glides over my stomach, and he rests it in the middle.
“The greatest.”
“This isn’t a competition, is it? Because if that’s the case, it was spectacular sex. God’s honest truth.”
I cuddle to his side. “You win.”
He rubs his hand over my hip. “I usually do.” Redirecting his gaze upward, he asks, “What are your thoughts on long-distance relationships?”
“They’re not great for most.”
He turns to look at me again, and worry wrinkles his forehead. “What about us?”
I don’t rush to answer, knowing this is a sensitive topic that can cause unnecessary concerns. Thinking about how this will work seems to be the biggest obstacle. “How will it work? For us, specifically?” I hate answering a question with another, but I’m curious how he sees this playing out.
“I come back here for visits,” he says as if this is obvious. I feel like this needs to be stated, loud and clear. For me, at least, so it’s good to hear. “You come to New York when you can.”
“So traveling back and forth? Calls. Emails. Texts?”
An ember glows in the pupil of his eyes. “Video for when we want to get off.” I love how hopeful he sounds.
“Okay.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.” Rolling half on top of him, I kiss his chin. “I want to try this with you.”
I feel his breathing stop as if he’s holding his breath. His eyes study the ceiling, and then he looks at me again. “Do you hear that?”
Confused about what I’m supposed to be listening for, I ask, “Me saying I’ll do a long-distance relationship with you?”