Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 102834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Derek’s gaze simultaneously darkened and lit ablaze when he discovered my wetness, and I shivered when he softly thumbed my clit before sinking two fingers inside me. My head fell back against the hard wall as a moan escaped me, and I closed my eyes. This was … heaven.
“Don’t do that,” Derek whispered. “Keep them open.”
I opened my eyes once more, heat encapsulating me as the smouldering embers in his dark gaze burned bright. Derek Balfe had his fingers inside me. How was this real?
“That’s it, Camille. Fuck, you’re soaked,” he groaned, and I loved how vocal he was, how he was so lost in me that the words just seemed to tumble out of him in an endless stream of adoration and praise. “You feel incredible. I knew it would be just like this. I can’t believe how beautiful you look right now. Come for me.”
I was going to come—and soon. I hadn’t had sex in over ten months, and even then, the sex was entirely ordinary. Whatever was happening with Derek right now was so far from ordinary I wasn’t sure I was equipped to handle much more than his hand down my pants. The very idea of having him inside me was enough to make my head spin.
“That’s it, let go,” Derek encouraged, alternating between watching me and pressing needful kisses along my neck and jaw.
“Derek,” I cried, my release building. His thumb circled my clit, and my inner walls undulated. He swore under his breath, feeling it on his fingers and circling harder until I let out a pleasured gasp at the very moment my orgasm hit. Waves and waves of bliss washed over me as Derek stared and stared, drinking me in like I was a miracle unravelling before his very eyes.
“You are …” he trailed off, words failing him before he finally continued, “A dream. This must be a dream.”
Deep pleasure settled over me to be so adored. I still held his shirt collar in my grip and used it to pull his mouth to mine. Against his lips, I whispered, “Not a dream,” and then I kissed him again. Derek grunted when I licked into his mouth, feeling pliable and loose after my orgasm. Self-consciousness had yet to trickle in as I let one hand drop from his collar to the crotch of his jeans to palm his erection. The thick length made me clench my thighs together with need. I wanted to feel him.
“I’m going to carry you up to your bedroom now,” he said, breaking the kiss and meeting my gaze as though waiting for consent. It was on the tip of my tongue to say, Yes, please, have your way with me, but then a tendril of apprehension floated in. Were we moving too fast? Was I doing all this because spending the last few hours with him had my endorphins flowing, zapping away my inhibitions? No, I would’ve wanted Derek to kiss and touch me no matter the occasion. But there were other considerations, such as the fact that I still hadn’t come clean to him about Aunt Nell, not to mention he might not realise his daughter was holding onto hope about him getting back together with her mother.
“Wait,” I said, my voice a wisp of air as I pressed a hand to his deliciously firm chest.
“What is it?” he asked, breathless, and distracting me when his hand slid along my stomach then up to cup my breast. His thumb swept across my pebbled nipple and my brain short-circuited for a second.
“We still haven’t … haven’t had a chance to talk properly.”
He stilled, though his hands remained right where they were. Derek tilted his head. “You want to talk now?”
I grimaced then chuckled. “No, not particularly, but I think we probably should. There are also your kids to consider.”
His expression sobered. “What about my kids?”
Oh, man, I really knew how to kill a mood, didn’t I? I wet my suddenly dry lips. “Well, I’m not sure about your son, but I was in the car with Gigi earlier, and she was speaking about her mother and wondering if you two would ever get back together. It’s clearly something she secretly hopes for, so I think whatever next steps we take will have to be tentative.”
His expression was crestfallen, and I suddenly wished I hadn’t said anything. Derek stepped back, his touch falling away as he dragged a hand through his hair. “I had no idea she was thinking like that.”
I reached for him, pulling him back to me and wrapping my arms around his waist. “Are you all right?”
His eyes met mine, and they were full of self-recrimination. “Paloma and I will never be getting back together. I thought Gigi understood that.”
“It’s hard to know what’s going on in kids’ heads sometimes.”