Our Way Free Books Read online T.L. Swan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
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Oh. Dear. Fucking God.

I tip her off me and flip her onto her back. I place her feet onto my shoulders and open her up with my tongue. My eyes close as something dark takes me over—something primal that wants to claim her as mine. The feeling of her open thighs in my hands, her feet on my shoulders, and the taste of her arousal on my tongue is pure pleasure that makes my eyes roll back in my head.

I bite her clitoris, and she jumps with a yell and then shudders as she comes in a rush. Her hands tenderly come to my hair, and she pushes it back from my eyes.

I lap her up in a half-dazed state. I’m overwhelmed with emotions; filled with awe.

Eliza, my Eliza, is hot as fuck.

We finally come back to Earth, and she drags me up to kiss me. We lie in each other’s arms.

I adore this woman. I just want to blurt out how I feel about her…but I can’t.

I have to hold myself back for a while until I know for certain that she feels the same.

She tenderly kisses my chest, and I smile as I hold her tightly.

Please feel the same.

Eliza

The alarm rings out, and I stretch with a smile.

Did I dream last night? Because, holy shit, it was one hell of a dream.

I feel fingers swipe through my sex, and I look up to see Nathan lying on his side, facing me. He leans down and kisses me with a prolonged suck on my mouth.

“Good morning,” he says with a lazy smile.

“Morning.” My legs instinctually part for him. “What are you doing?” I smile.

“Playing with my favorite new toy.” His tongue runs over his bottom lip as he slides two fingers deep inside me. I moan softly as my back arches from the bed.

He seems different today—more like the Nathan I know. “So, I’m your toy now?” I ask.

He nods slowly, his eyes alight with mischief. “Fuck toy.”

I giggle, shocked. “Fuck toy?”

He bends and takes my nipple into his mouth. “Uh-huh.”

“But you didn’t fuck me.”

He bites my nipple hard, and I wince as I buck him off. “Ouch.”

He rolls on top of me and holds my hands above my head. “Rest assured, my Eliza, when I do fuck you—and I will—it will be an all-day affair.” He grinds his hips against mine.

Arousal heats my blood as we stare at each other …all day. Jeez.

Can he really fuck all day? Wouldn’t surprise me. If dicks did sport, I’m positive his would be an elite athlete.

He puts his mouth to my ear and whispers. “So, here’s what we’re going to do today, my beautiful girl. We’re going to get up and we’re going to go catch our flight, and while you sleep on the plane…”

I smile. “Yes?”

“I’m going to pretend to read my book while I think of all the ways I’m going to fuck you in Majorca.”

My eyes widen as I listen. “I thought you wanted to wait.”

His cock slides through the open lips of my sex, and I shiver. “I just didn’t want to break you before we got there.” His tongue slowly slides over his big lips. “You won’t be able to walk for a week when I’m done with you, Eliza.”

We stare at each other. His eyes are dark, and nerves sweep through me. The thing is, he’s serious. He says it casually, as if it was a joke, but I know that it’s a warning to prepare myself for him.

Nathan Mercer is as intense in the bedroom as he is in life.

And that’s hardcore.

I only hope I can handle him. I know I desperately want to.

I feel his hard length up against my stomach and butterflies dance in my stomach.

Not walking may be in my very near future.

I smile to myself, lucky I’m not getting off a deckchair on the beach for the entire trip then, isn’t it?

Oh God, I’m so excited…..bring it on.

An hour later, we’re wheeling our suitcases across the parking lot at the airport when Nathan takes my hand to cross the road. He watches the oncoming traffic and pulls me along when the time is right.

I frown as we walk along, this is so familiar and nothing new, Nathan has grabbed my hand crossing every street for ten years and yet, today, it feels substantial—so much more than the simple gesture it is.

Our car trip was made in relative silence, and I know it’s just because the goalposts between us have been moved. He’s normally lecturing me on something or I am rambling on about a random subject. Everything seems so different now.

But maybe I’m imagining the differences because I feel so different inside.

It’s like he’s woken someone up inside of me that I didn’t know existed, and I’m dying to let her out.


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