Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 89228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
His nostrils flared with a deep, joyful breath, and he kissed her mouth, passionately, letting her feel what her words did to him. “I regret that it's been six months since I've told you I love you.” He brushed his tongue inside her lower lip. “I love you. And I will whip and fuck your ass against this trellis when we move it to the cabin.”
The release of her breath wisped over his lips. She gripped her shirt and yanked it over her head. “I missed the way you make love to my mouth.”
What the hell was she doing? Oh shit, there went her shorts. He gripped himself through the jeans and tried to restrain himself. He should scan their surroundings, check for gawking neighbors, but he couldn’t drag his eyes from her, too afraid if he looked away, she’d disappear.
She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties. “I missed the warm, wet feel of that first slide of your tongue against mine, the way you tease and pull back. Mmmm. Then you take over with your big, manly confidence and control. I miss that, Van.”
Her panties slid to her ankles, and she leaned against the trellis passively, submissively, awaiting his command.
His arousal fed so greedily on her submission, there wasn't a chance in hell he could stop this. A glance at Liv's house validated his position was in eyeshot of her back door. Fuck it.
He released the zipper on his jeans, and his already excited cock jumped as he shoved his pants and briefs to his knees. “Still on the pill?”
She nodded, her smoldering gaze fixed on his cock, making him impossibly harder.
“Arms above your head. Press your wrists against the lattice as if my ropes are keeping them there.” He watched with his whole body as she obeyed with quivering breaths and an adoring gaze.
His cock twitched with the need to thrust deep inside her. “Describe your pussy.”
Her breath sped up. “It's tight, Master. It hasn't been wrapped around anything but my fingers in six months. It's wet and beautiful and yours.”
He stared at her with wonder, like a witness to the fall of prison walls and the freeing of a courageous heart that had been trapped inside. She stole his breath.
He covered her mouth with boiling, ravenous kisses as he fingered her cunt, finding her wet and tight and undeniably beautiful. Using the strength of her core muscles, she lifted her legs and twined them around his waist, her eyes as hungry and desperate as he was. He replaced his fingers with his cock, pressing against her opening, and hissed through his teeth as he entered her in one long thrust.
Heat rushed through his body, concentrating on where they were joined. To feel this connection after so goddamned long, Christ, it was like a welcoming song, a homecoming. It shook the very foundation of his soul. “Fuck, Amber. I missed you.”
Clutching the diagonal rungs of the lattice, she whimpered against his chest. He ground his hips and flexed his ass to deepen the penetration.
He ran his hands over her full chest and around her curvy hips, pulling her to him with a fury of slamming drives. She didn't lower her legs or let go of the trellis as he gripped her hair, jerked her head back, and bit her below the ear. Despite the threat of outside, her movements were more confident than they'd ever been, her pelvis circling and rocking as she met him thrust for thrust.
His release swelled to the brink of explosion, and he grunted. “Come for me, Amber. I want to hear you.”
She threw her head back and let go, her body shaking and her moans warbling into the night sky. It swept him away, wrenching the orgasm from his body in trembling waves.
As he came down, their lips met in a kiss so simple and tender, so honest and familiar, it left him split open and helplessly, shamelessly, filled with devotion. He pulled her to his chest, and they stood in silence, their arms wrapped around each other.
“Told you he'd find you.” Liv's voice chimed through the darkness.
He yanked up his jeans and glared at her over his shoulder. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all.” She leaned against the deck railing and watched them pull on their clothes. “Stalkers are hard to get rid of.” Not a hint of emotion on her face, but a smile lifted her voice. Yeah, Liv had been a stalker once, too.
Amber's arms coiled around his waist, her cheek resting on his chest. “This one's not so bad.”
“So you've said.” Liv straightened and walked toward her back door. Then she paused, her eyes locked with his. “When you're done there, swing by. You still owe me a meeting.”
He tightened his arms around Amber's back and closed his eyes as a weightless rush drifted over him. When he looked up, Liv was gone. But her offer lingered. He pressed his lips against the top of Amber's head. “You've been busy.”