Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Shh,” he hushes me when his fingers find my clit once more, and I begin to whimper. My body is overstimulated; every nerve ending feels like it’s exposed. Laying me back on the bed, he stays planted inside me as he wraps my legs around his waist, then pulls out slowly.
“Levi.” I lift my head, burying my face against his neck as he thrusts in, hitting something deep inside me I didn’t even know was there. My nails dig into his back as my heels fall down to his ass. This is too much, way too much, feeling him inside me, his weight pressing me into the bed, his scent seeping into my pores—all of my senses are overwhelmed with everything that is him.
“Fawn.” His fingers skate up my side, along the edge of my breast, over my collarbone before he takes hold of my jaw, forcing my head back. “Kiss me, baby.” He thrusts in, and I watch his muscles bunch as I run my fingers into the back of his hair and force him closer to me. Licking across his lower lip before kissing him, I watch his eyes flare. His thrusts become faster, more erratic.
“Oh,” I cry as he pulls his mouth from mine and drops his face to my chest, where he pulls my breast deep into his mouth. Biting my bottom lip to keep myself from screaming out, I cling to him with every part of me as I come, once more tightening around him. Letting go of my breast, his mouth covers mine, and he groans down my throat as I pulse around him. Panting heavily, we share the same breath, and I can feel his heart beating hard against my chest with my own. “That was—”
“Amazing,” he finishes for me, and I kiss his jaw, thinking amazing is the understatement of the century. What just happed was beautiful and life changing. Without losing our connection, he rolls us until we’re face-to-face on our sides, then his hand wraps around the back of my skull and he tucks my head under his chin, wrapping his other arm around my back. “Thank you for coming back to spend Thanksgiving with me,” he says quietly, and those stupid tears I felt earlier come back. Swallowing them down I nod my head, too afraid he will hear them in my voice if I try to speak.
“Tired?”
“Yes,” I whisper against his skin, cuddling deeper into his chest, feeling my eyes grow heavy. I mumble, “Three orgasms will do that to a girl.” Listening to him laugh makes me smile.
“Christ,” he groans, and I blink my eyes open, not knowing when I fell asleep. I hear a paw hit the door. I’m such a bad dog mom—I didn’t even greet my girl when I came in, not that Levi gave me a chance to, but still. “She probably needs to go out. You wanna stay here or come out with me?” he asks, and I tip my head back to look at him.
“I’ll stay, if that’s okay,” I say, feeling too exhausted to get up and get dressed to go outside. “All right, baby.” His eyes search mine for a long time before he closes his eyes and shakes his head. I want to ask him what he’s thinking, but before I can, he leans down to kiss my forehead, and then my lips. Rolling me to my back, he pulls out of me slowly, making me mewl in protest, and my arms tighten around him. I don’t want to let him go, and he must know what I’m thinking, because he smirks. Bending his head he presses a soft kiss to my lips. “I’ll be right back.”
“Okay,” I agree, releasing him. Watching him stand, grab his sweats off the floor, and put them on, I sit up and move until I’m leaning back against the headboard. I pull the sheet up around me and tuck it under my arms. These last two weeks I’ve watched him get dressed just like I’m doing now, I’ve run with him in the mornings, lazed with him in bed, eaten breakfast and dinner with him, whispered in the dark about the future—but even with all of that, nothing could have prepared me for what I’m feeling right now. I knew it would happen eventually, but I didn’t expect to feel the way I do right now. This is way too fast, I know it is, but I also know there is no denying that I’m falling in love with him.
“You okay, baby?” he asks, and my eyes focus on his.
“Uh . . . yeah.” I nod, wondering if he can see what I’m feeling right now, and I bite my lip.
“You sure?” God, he’s so nice, so perfect.
“Yeah.” I nod again. “I’m sure. Just wondering if we will be able to find a turkey tomorrow,” I say to cover what I’m really thinking.