Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“Not that I want to, especially when you’re on top of me, all this smooth skin for the taking, knowing you’ve got nothing on underneath your top. And I’m willing to bet if my fingers dipped beneath the waist band of your shorts, I’d find nothing but skin. There’s a reason why I’m saying no sex, no foreplay, we keep our hands to ourselves. This isn’t just sex, and it’s not to pass the time. When I said you and the girls were mine, I meant it, Leigh.”
“Yes, we’re on the same page, and while I appreciate you being a gentleman, please know in advance I’m going to do everything in my power to break your rules.” Her head dips. I know what she’s after, and I’m going to give her what she needs.
“You do that, I’ll enjoy it every step of the way.” Our lips meet, and my hand slides up the base of her spine, moving beneath the shirt. Just because I said no orgasms or sex of any kind, that doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy teasing Rosaleigh every step of the way.
12
ROSALEIGH
“Hmmm.” I wake up, warmer than normal. Cozier, too. My eyes refuse to open after the amount of wine I consumed along with the lack of eating earlier in the day even though Nix plied me with food that was up my alley. That didn’t mean it hit my system before the alcohol did, not that I’m complaining. The talk Nix and I had last night is enough to make me squeal like a teenage girl. While my marriage was a happy one, there was never the passion or excitement that exudes when I’m with Nix. It could be because David and I started young, or it could be that we were both too tired for the intimate side of things. One thing is for sure—the passion Nix gives me, the unadulterated lust, it’s more than I’ve ever felt before.
“Go back to sleep. It’s early still,” the man of the hour grumbles beneath me, his vibrating chest teasing my body in more ways than one. I had no intention of getting up to begin with, not with Nix cushioning my body without a shirt. I’m in my summer pajamas in the tail end of winter. In Georgia, the weather swings wide and far—sometimes it’s freeze-your-tits-off cold, other days it’s hotter than Satan’s butthole.
“I’m not getting up. My eyes refuse to open, and my body is telling me to stay right here.” I move my body, trying to sink further into Nix’s embrace, an impossible feat. My brain isn’t computing the word impossible this morning. I’m spinning all the memories that were made last night, each of us wanting the same thing, neither of us scared to go after it, the way Nix had no problem not getting me off but made a show of how hard he was. Yep, it’s clear to me that wet panties will be a thing for the foreseeable future.
“I can hear you thinking. If you’re not going to go back to sleep, you may as well tip your head and give me a good-morning kiss.” Another new trait I’ve seen from Phoenix. Where he was always in charge before, now it’s like a switch has been flipped. The alpha, dominant man has come out, and there’s no caging him.
“Is that a question or a demand?” My body has a mind of its own, using my toes against his pants leg to push me up further until my lips are at the column of his throat. Nix’s five-o’clock shadow is more like a full day of growth, and feeling that against my lips has me imagining what he’d feel like with his head buried between my spread thighs. His hand pulls at my hair, tipping me back from where I was kissing him, lips landing on mine. Morning breath doesn’t enter his mind, causing me to forget about it as well. He takes my mouth. It’s not sweet and gentle. He’s staking a claim, one that isn’t visible for anyone else to see but enough for me to feel. I moan when he nips at my lower lip, needing and wanting more. My body moves of its own accord until I’m completely on top of him, his hands fisted in my hair, manipulating my mouth with his. My legs wrap around his hips, feeling his length, hot, hard, and heavy, body moving, craving this man beneath my body as he fucks my mouth the way a man would fuck a woman.
“Nix, more, please.” I’m not above begging, trying to get him to break his promise. I rock my hips. The grip he has on my hair tightens, causing my body to tighten as well. My core spasms, grasping on to nothing.
“Not happening. You heard me loud and clear last night. I’m not taking you until you know without a shadow of a doubt that this is the real deal. That means us moving in together, me adopting the girls if that’s what they want, a ring on your finger, and I know that you may not want another child, but if you’re willing to do that, I’d gladly be by your side every step of the way.” Nix lays it out. My raging hormones only go even more berserk.