Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“No, just give me a second,” she whispers.
I hold still. Kiss the corner of her mouth, breathe her breath, brush reverent hands over her shower-hot skin. My forehead rests against hers while we both breathe through the pressure, the intimacy, the realness of it all, until finally she starts to move.
Her thrusts are small, shallow, at first. But soon she’s breathing easier, her muscles relaxing as we find a slow, gentle rhythm.
“There,” she says, cupping my cheek as she grinds closer with a sigh that’s all pleasure, no pain. “There. I’ve got you now. I’ve got every inch. God, Parker, you feel incredible.”
“So good. So, so good, baby,” I mutter, not even sure what I’m saying anymore.
I only know that as I drag in and out of her, I’ve never been happier, more turned on, or more certain that when I come, it’s going to level me. Absolutely bring me to my fucking knees.
I should probably get us both to the bed, for the safety of my injured leg if nothing else, but I couldn’t pull out of her if I tried.
And I’m not about to try.
Instead, I shift my grip, lifting her higher, adjusting my stance as we come together harder, faster. She meets me instinctively, her hips rolling to meet mine, her arms wrapped tight around me, like she’s never going to let go.
There’s no hesitation now, just open, aching need as we slam into each other. I kiss her like I’m drowning, like it’s the only thing keeping me from falling apart.
She tilts her hips again, and fuck, the angle—the way she feels—has me gritting my teeth to hang on. Her pussy’s gripping me so tight it borders on unbearable. I’m buried so deep I can barely think.
“Touch yourself,” I whisper, forcing the words out. “Please. I want to feel you when you come.”
“Yes,” she pants. “Yes.” Her hand slides between us, fingers slipping over her clit in fast, practiced circles.
And Christ, feeling her touch herself while I’m inside her? It’s something I’ll never recover from. Never.
My rhythm falters, my control splintering.
“Don’t stop,” she pants. “I’m so close, I— God, Parker— Don’t stop—”
She breaks with a sound that hits me straight in the chest. A soft, shuddering cry as her whole body goes taut around me, pulsing and squeezing and…
Fuck, I can’t take it, can’t hold on another second.
I break with her, hips stuttering, forehead pressed to hers as I come deep inside her, giving her every damned drop of me as her name wrenches from my chest, again and again.
I’ve never come inside a woman before, and I instantly know I never want to come inside anyone else. Because it’s her. Just her. I adore her. Love her.
But I don’t say the words. I know better.
It’s too soon.
But maybe someday, not too far from this day…
For a few perfect seconds after, we’re just breath and skin and two pounding heartbeats.
Eventually, however, I become aware of the chill creeping into the water and the fact that my knee is starting to throb, protesting all the weight-bearing of the past few minutes.
Finally, I set Mack back on her feet, easing my cock from inside of her, both of us flinching at the sensitivity.
“Hey,” I murmur, brushing her damp hair from her face as I pull her close again. “All good?”
“Good is not a good enough word,” she murmurs, sounding as wrecked as I feel. “But I can’t think of other words. I think you broke my brain.”
I smile and kiss her, slow and careful, with a side of worship I’m not the least bit ashamed of.
“Good,” I whisper between kisses. “Me, too. But me make more words soon,” I say, playing up the caveman in my voice as I add, “or at least make cock hard and fuck you good again. In bed this time.”
She lets out a soft laugh as she reaches over, shutting off the water. “Sounds like a plan. Just give me a few minutes to recover first.” She presses one last kiss to my chest before we both step out of the shower.
She wobbles as she reaches for a towel, but I catch her hips, steadying her.
“Thanks,” she says, shooting a slightly dazed smile over her shoulder. “You might have broken my legs, too.
“That’s okay. I’m already in a brace. We can limp to the bed together.”
“But the hot tub,” she says, her lips pushing into a pout as she pats herself dry. “We have to get some hot tub time in before we get dressed for the party.”
“Oh, right,” I say, admiring the way her breasts bounce a little as she rubs the towel up and down her back. “Hot tub, minibar, champagne, more orgasms. I remember now.”
She arches a brow. “I don’t remember champagne being part of the plan.”
“It is now,” I murmur, as she hangs the towel on a hook and heads toward the balcony doors completely naked, her hips swaying like something from my filthiest dreams.