Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
I continued teasing that spot that was driving her to the edge as I tormented her with my tongue. She whispered my name over and over as she spasmed around my fingers. She was still in the throes of her release when I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket and grabbed a condom. I looked down at her, and the way she was looking up at me almost felt surreal.
I’d come here hoping to spend time with my daughter and maybe get some answers. Instead, I’d found something I’d stopped believing existed.
I’d found my way back to the woman I’d never stopped loving. I knew tomorrow would bring questions. Explanations. Decisions. Possibly more heartache.
But tonight, she had chosen me.
And I intended to spend the night and, everyone after, giving her reason to believe that she’d made the right choice.
14
BROOKE
This might’ve been wrong, but it couldn’t have felt more right.
When Ryan told me to figure out what I wanted, he’d given me a gift I didn’t even know I needed. He knew I was conflicted. He knew I still had feelings for Brayden and needed to figure things out. So, he gave me an out, but it felt like a door had closed between us.
Maybe he was trying to make this easier for both of us. It wasn't easy. Nothing about this was. But there was no denying it. The spark Brayden and I once had was still there and burning just as strongly as it did back then. One touch, and my whole body remembered everything about him.
The rough texture of his hand.
The feeling of his breath on my neck.
The way he'd always been able to unravel me with nothing more than a touch. It was time I faced the truth that I’d been running from for years. A part of me never stopped being Brayden’s, and that part of me had been waiting, without me even realizing it, for this exact moment.
He dropped his jeans and boxers to the floor, kicking them off along with his boots. I watched with anticipation as he rolled the condom on and eased back on top of me. He settled back between my legs, then slipped his hands under me and pulled me toward him.
I held my breath as I waited for him to lower his mouth to mine. Just before his lips touched mine, he paused. His dark eyes fell on me, searching for some kind of confirmation that this was what I truly wanted.
I understood his hesitation.
This was a lot.
On the one hand, my chest felt like a weight had been lifted. But on the other hand, I feared that too much time had passed, and we would never be able to get back to where we were. It was scary, but for him, I was willing to take the chance.
I gave him a soft smile, and that was all it took for him to crash his mouth against mine. The second our lips touched, I became consumed with emotion. I didn’t question it. I didn’t let my worries about tomorrow come between us. I wanted this. I wanted him.
He lowered his mouth to mine as his rough hands slid across my skin, sending goosebumps in their wake. I could feel his passion pouring into me as he deepened the kiss. His fingertips twisted into my hair as he raked his teeth across my bottom lip, nipping me lightly.
And just like that, I was hit with a whirlwind of heat and desire, and I had to hold on to him to keep myself from becoming lost in a lustful haze.
God, how I’d missed this. I’d missed him and the feeling of being in his arms. It was everything I’d imagined it would be and more. The more turned on I became, the more I imagined all the wicked things he could do to me.
His greedy hands on my body.
His lips on my neck.
His scent on my skin.
I couldn’t get enough.
A wanton groan slipped through my lips as I inched closer, pressing my body against his. I’d never felt so consumed with need. He slid the head of his cock up and down, raking against me before he drove into me with one sudden, forceful thrust. I let out a soft whimper, and he immediately dropped his mouth to my ear. “Say my name.”
“Brayden.”
“Louder.”
“Brayden… Brayden… Brayden.”
“That’s right. I want you to remember who’s fucking you.”
He started to move, slow and deep, and God help me, I loved every second of it. This wasn’t just making love. This was rough and full of all the passion we’d kept locked up for all these years, rushing out all at once. With every forceful thrust of his hips, he reclaimed me, tarnishing me in a way that left no room for anyone else.
His broad, muscular chest raked across my breast with every rock forward. He grasped at the tuft of hair at the base of my neck, carefully tugging it as he drove into me again and again.