Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 91212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
"Hey," I whisper stupidly because seeing her made my brain fritz.
Steam from the shower swirls around me, escaping the humid room.
"Sorry, I just—" she waves her arm as if it explains her state of mind right now.
"You don't have to be brave in front of me," I tell her, reaching out and cupping her cheek when she attempts to look away. "Ever."
As if she has been waiting to hear this her entire life, she doesn't hesitate to fall into my arms, her tears once again renewed as she sobs.
I sweep an arm under her legs and carry her to the bed, sitting down, still holding her.
My heart aches for her.
My head tells me we're the same.
My body craves the warmth of hers.
"What if he did it?" she asks after her sobs begin to settle. "What if I lost Sadie but then I lose William, too?"
I can't imagine the betrayal she's feeling right now.
"I feel like I've failed my entire family."
"I know this is hard to hear, but their choices aren't your failures. They have free will."
I sweep a tear off her cheek when she lifts her head and looks up at me.
"And I know this will be hard to hear, but some people will never change, no matter how many opportunities they're given. Sadie—"
"She didn't deserve to die."
"No, baby," I tell her with a sad smile. "She didn't."
I don't know who makes the first move.
Was it her leaning in closer?
Was it me when I traced her lower lip with my thumb?
I guess it doesn't even matter because in the next breath, her lips are on mine, tongue seeking entrance I offer with a moan of need that rumbles from my chest.
I ache for her in a way I can't recall ever feeling for another woman. As high of a chance there is that both of us will come to regret it, neither of us seems too quick to want to stop it.
She breaks the kiss long enough to pull my shirt over my head, her eyes dropping to my chest as her hands roam over my pecs.
I pride myself on how well I've taken care of my body. Healthiness is pertinent to the job, and the threat of the yearly fitness test keeps me on track most days.
Feeling as if fair is fair and it's my turn, I reach up and begin to unbutton her blouse. The hint of lace I've been forced to see all day has been driving me crazy, and I feel on the brink of insanity by the time I'm able to slide it off her shoulders.
"No," I tell her, moving her arms away when she tries to cover her middle. "Jesus, baby."
I cup her full breasts, the white lace covering them making my mouth water.
With the tip of my forefinger, I pull one cup down, not hesitating for a second to lean forward and cover her dusty pink nipple with my mouth.
Her moan makes me suck harder, flicking my tongue against the tip of her breast as it tightens.
Selfishly, I pull back and give the same attention to the other breast, greedily sucking it into my mouth.
She shifts, situating her body so that she's straddling my hips rather than lying across my lap, and I realize just how fucking lucky of a man I am when she leans forward, offering her breasts to me again.
I tease the furled tip of one with my fingers as I lave at the other with my tongue before switching sides as she continues to grind down on my lap. My cock aches, the angle of it is not very conducive to what we're getting ourselves into.
The back of my hand brushes the heat between her legs when I reach down and arrange myself better.
"Wow," she whispers, her forehead resting against mine as she looks down between us.
The swollen, angry-looking head of my cock is visible above the waistband of my boxer briefs.
"I'm glad I'm not the only one losing my mind," she whispers as a bead of pre-cum rolls to the side.
"Are you aching for me, Cora?" I ask, lifting her flowy skirt until I can see her silk-covered pussy. "Jesus."
Wetness outlines the most delicate part of her body and my own arousal spikes at the sight of it.
"Yes," she whispers, and I'm so lost in the sight of her it takes too damn long to remember what question she's answering.
"Take me out," I say, lifting my hips so I can grab my wallet from my back pocket.
My eyes stop working when she reaches for me, but it's impossible to see a damn thing when they're rolled into the back of my head anyway.
The warmth of her hands makes me moan as she wraps her fingers around me once my zipper is pulled down and my cock is freed.
I pull a condom from my wallet, wondering for the briefest of seconds if the damn thing is expired with how long the motherfucker has been in there.