Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Roman.” Her body is stiff.
“Yeah?” I wait… then wait some more, her body turning to Jell-O. “Elora?”
“Yeah?”
“You wanted to say something.”
“Oh yeah,” she whispers. “I forgot already.”
I smile at the dark ceiling. “If you remember, let me know.”
“Okay.” She sighs, curling her arm around my waist. “Night, Roman.”
“Night, Elora.” I touch my lips to the top of her head and listen to her breathe as her body becomes heavier against me like it does every night.
“Roman,” she whispers, sounding almost asleep.
“Yeah?”
“Never mind.”
“You can talk to me about anything. You know that, right?” Even though I can’t see her face, I know she’s turning something over in her head.
“Were you going to kiss me earlier?”
The question surprises me. Or maybe it doesn’t. She’s braver than anyone I’ve ever met in my life, and with her, there is never a fucking game to be played.
“Did you want me to?” I ask instead of answering because I know I’m willing to wait until that answer is yes.
It takes a while, so long I wonder if she will be honest, but the second the quiet “yes” leaves her mouth, I slide my fingers over her hand on my abs, up her arm, and touch the underside of her jaw. I smooth my thumb across her lips and feel they are so fucking soft. I hear her swallow as I tip her head back, then slowly, I press my lips against hers, and she melts against me.
Using every last bit of my willpower, I start to pull away, but then her hand slides up my abs, her tongue touches my bottom lip, giving me a taste of her, and I lose the last thread of self control I was barely holding on to. Rolling toward her, I tangle my legs with hers and deepen this kiss.
She tastes like mint, Elora, and everything good in this world. Sliding my hand across her waist, I haul her impossibly closer, and she whimpers against my tongue, lifting her hand to my face, then sliding it back into my hair.
The sound she makes when the tips of my fingers slip under the elastic of her sleep shorts almost makes me come, and when she raises her hips, seeking my touch, I know I’ll never be able to deny her anything.
I drag my mouth from hers and nuzzle her ear. “Do you want me to touch you?”
“Yes,” she breathes, and I don’t hesitate to slide my fingers over her pubic bone, where I’m met with nothing but soft skin until I reach the soaking wet and silky-smooth space between her legs.
“Roman.” She grabs my wrist as I roll two fingers over her clit, then arches as I slide them down farther and enter her slowly. She’s so fucking tight, so wet, so soft.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” I nip her ear, circling her clit with my thumb as I gently pump my fingers in and out of her, wishing like fuck that I turned on the light so I could see her face as she begins to clench around me. I cover her mouth with mine and swallow down her moans as she comes, but I don’t let up the pressure on her clit that is swollen to the touch.
“Oh God,” she whimpers against my mouth, her nails digging into my bicep as I drag another orgasm out of her. With her walls still contracting and her thighs shaking, she falls limply against the pillow. Slowly, I remove my fingers from inside her and slide my hands from her shorts.
With my own heart pounding and my cock harder than it’s ever been in my fucking life, I fall to my back and pull her into my side. After a couple of minutes, when her breathing has evened out, I feel her hand begin to slide down my stomach. My dick instantly responds to her touch, and I capture her wrist with my hand.
“Roman?”
“No, baby.”
“But…,” she whispers, wiggling her fingers.
“We don’t have a condom, and the first time I come with you, I’m coming inside you.”
“I’m o—”
“Don’t tell me you’re on birth control, Elora. As much as I’d love to fuck you with nothing between us, I’m not doing it. I get tested often, but I’ve had a partner since the last time. No way in hell am I putting you at risk.”
I’d never jeopardize her well-being. Ever. For any reason.
“Oh.” She audibly swallows.
“I’m fine, baby. Go to sleep, and hopefully by the time we’re done having breakfast in the morning, they’ll call to tell us your van is done.”
“Okay,” she says softly after a long moment. Rolling toward her, I curl her into my chest and rest my chin on top of her head. It takes some time before her breathing evens out, and I know she’s asleep, but not long after that, I’m right behind her, not realizing the heavy weight I’ve carried around in the center of my chest for so long is not as heavy as it was.