Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 116031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
I sit forward through the water, where most of the bubbles have dissipated. “You do?”
He chuckles, moving closer to run his hand up my soapy arm and over my neck. “I do. Fuck.” He rubs the back of his neck with his free hand. “Those are two words I never thought I’d say.”
“According to the state of California, you’ve already said them to me.” I laugh, and his cheeks tint the slightest shade of pink. But it’s his glittering eyes, a pride for the young man he would have been, that make me say, “My, how the mighty have fallen.”
Leaning forward, he kisses my arm, then higher. “For you.” He slips a hand into the water, runs it between my breasts and then cups one, teasing the nipple and kneading. “I want to make love to you.”
He hasn’t even seen me fully naked, nor have I seen him without boxer briefs. I know he doesn’t care about lace or sheer material when it all comes off anyway, but I’d still like to put something nice on for him.
“I want that, too.” I do. The breathiness of my voice is a dead giveaway on its own. This is it. My thrill of nerves and excitement runs through me. Who cares if I ate my feels and a full lunch today, if my stomach isn’t perfectly flat, or I’m not as toned from skipping my workout? He wants me, and that’s all that matters.
Shane reaches for the towel and holds it open for me. I push up from the tub, careful when I stand, but I don’t rush to cover myself. I feel good about my body, so I push through any fears of judgment and stand before him.
He looks me up and down twice before saying, “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” Kissing me, he urges me back against the wall where he was initially leaning. He drops the towel and dives in for my neck, his mouth taking claim as kisses are staked like he’s marking his territory.
With my eyes closed, I feel every urgent grappling of hands to the kisses that extend from my mouth to my fingertips. Never one to get lost in foreplay, he slips his hand between my legs and slides higher. The bath was the warm-up, the lead-in, as two fingers slide through my desire for him. I moan, unable to stay quiet when feeling this good, this much of everything.
I plant my hands on his shoulders when my body becomes a live wire of nerve endings. Our chemistry is too much to keep my eyes open, the heat between us too hot to deny. I kiss him, wanting him as much as he wants me.
When he swipes through my lower lips, my breath catches, but he’s quick to swallow when his mouth collides with mine. We’re tongues and hands, moans, slippery soaped skin, legs with a pressure that feels so good, and water from my wet body soaking through his shirt.
The back of my head hits the tile, and his lips immediately find my neck, kissing, sucking, drowning me in his affection. Dragging his tongue under my jaw, he slides the bridge of his nose the rest of the way to my ear. My heart beats so loud in my ears that I wonder if he can hear it as well.
His fingers find purchase inside me, eliciting another moan I can’t restrain. I start to lose my balance when my grip loosens under the intensity of sensations. “You feel that?” he asks through harsh breaths. “You feel so good, but I’m going to make you feel so much better when I’m inside you.”
I want to speak, but words escape me. Every thrust of his fingers has me pushing back for more. Begging. When his thumb toys with my clitoris, I sink down, desperate for more pressure. “God yes, I want that. I need you. Right there.”
“That’s right, baby. Tell me everything you need, everything you want me to do to you.” Pressing his large erection against my leg, he seeks to satisfy his own cravings by rocking against me.
I barely manage to crack my eyes open to find his already fixed on me. I run the tips of my fingers over his temple. “You, Shane. That’s all I want.”
He thrusts, his other hand gripping my hip to keep me steady. “You got me.” The scrape of his teeth over my shoulder teases until I’m pleading for more. Faster. Harder. “Yes, Shane. Yes.” Lightning strikes, sending little earthquakes to shock every part of my body. I go with the pleasure, flowing into the darkness of this ecstasy.
It takes years, seconds, moments stolen in time for my body to calm and the tremors to subside. My eyes are closed, and I need longer just to breathe my way back home. Quick and shallow, then deeper and peaceful. I open my eyes, too tired to hold myself up any longer. I sag, but he catches me, holding me so I won’t fall.