Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
He licked, laved, sucked until her body arched up to grind into his. Then he trailed kisses down her body, backed off the bed, taking off her leggings and panties, holding them like they were war prizes. “I love how you look just like that,” he murmured. “Naked, with the sun streaming across you.”
“Take off your clothes,” she said. “I want to memorize the sight of you.”
Stripping off his shirt, he threw it on the floor, revealing rippling pectorals and washboard abs. “You don’t have to memorize it. You’ll be looking at it for the rest of your life.”
The rest of her life. She craved that.
He stripped until he stood before her like a magnificent jungle beast. Finally, he crawled between her legs, gazing down at her. “My mouth is watering for a taste of you.”
Then he teased that tight button with his fingers, his tongue, his lips, sending her flying into the sky. She moaned, then a deep groan rose up from her throat as sensation rocketed through her body. He fit two fingers inside her and worked her deliciously from the inside. She couldn’t resist the heady combination as everything rushed down to her core and exploded outward. Writhing, crying, moaning on the bed beneath him, she begged him to take her, but he kept her on the edge for what seemed like forever, until she had to crawl away, the feelings so intense.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” she gasped.
He climbed over her again, laying his hard male body across hers, fitting himself between her legs. With his lips so close to hers that she could almost taste herself on him, he whispered, “You can never imagine what you do to me.” He kissed her, so sweet, so reverent. “I love how you come for me.”
He nudged her core, and just the tip of him slipped inside. She arched into the pleasure. “I love how you fill me.”
He nuzzled her neck, kissed her there. “I love how sweet you are, how smart you are, how talented you are.”
She drew her legs up, locked her ankles around him, pulled him the tiniest bit deeper. “I love how you take care of all your artists. How you take care of Dylan. How you take care of me.”
“I love how you love me.” Then, without another word, just a smile on his lips and a fire in his eyes, he thrust deep.
She arched into the pillow, closed her eyes, took all of him, until he was fully seated and still once again.
She could only whisper, “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
“I’ll never stop,” he promised her. “I’ll love you forever.”
He withdrew, slowly, achingly, grazing that sweet spot inside her. Then he took her with short, tantalizing strokes, their bodies melding together as she fell closer to the edge.
“I love you,” she whispered.
Without warning, he plunged deep again. And again. Her fire burned hotter, her body screaming for release. Then she lost herself in the pleasure.
Lost herself in him.
He knew the moment she came, her body clamping down on him, dragging him in. He took her hard then, the way he knew she loved. Circling his hips, he ground against her, inside her, loving the way she felt around him, her scent invading him, her skin like silk against him.
Until finally she squeezed him so tightly he couldn’t hold back another moment.
He gave her everything—his heart, his soul, his essence, his love.
He eased his weight off her and cradled her in his arms. He couldn’t say how long they lay there afterward. But when he opened his eyes, the sunbeams had moved across the bed.
She’d made him lose his mind. He’d never lost it with anyone but her.
The comforter was soft beneath his body, her skin smooth against his. The scent of their loving perfumed the air.
He realized she was awake when she swirled her fingers in his chest hair, her words whispering across his skin. “Where do we go from here?”
“I love you,” he said, as if that were answer enough.
“And I love you.” Both of them knew it wasn’t an answer to the question she’d asked.
He exhaled, his gaze on the sunlight across the wall. “You’re the anonymous artist who isn’t anonymous anymore. And I have this platform that won’t work the way I planned. Let’s see how we’re going to make that all work.”
Her hair brushed his chest as she looked up at him. “You’re already planning lecturers to help with the emotional side.”
He sighed. “But can I do more?”
She stroked his face with one hand. “You’ve provided a beautiful, safe place. But maybe they need to do some of the work themselves. What about establishing pods in each of your warehouses? Like a potters’ pod and a painters’ pod? Where they can talk things through together.”
There he went again—taking everything on himself, as if he were the only one who could get things done. But she was right. His people were capable. “I’ll suggest that, then let them run with the idea.” He laughed, joy bubbling up. “Damn, we’re such a freaking good team. You have notions that never occurred to me.”