Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
"I remember everything, Coco," I murmur, sliding my hands down to her waist. I hold her carefully as I lean down, claiming her lips again. My fingers close around the fabric of her dress, slowly raking it upward as I kiss her, our tongues sliding together in a sinuous rhythm that has my cock throbbing. Fuck, she tastes so goddamn sweet, like an absinthe-laced dream.
"I remember every secret you ever told me. I remember the way you used to sneak out of your tent and into mine because you were afraid of the dark, but didn't want to admit it."
She shivers as the dress slides up her body.
"I remember the way you always lit up when you saw me at the beginning of summer. Everything."
"Trystan," she whispers against my lips.
I break away long enough to tug her dress off over her head, letting it fall to the floor beside me. And then I nip her bottom lip, gently pushing her backward. She falls with a soft cry, landing on her back in the center of the bed, half-naked and flushed.
My eyes run down her body, my heart threatening to beat out of my chest. Chloe has always been beautiful. Even when we were kids, she was the prettiest little thing, all wild hair, big green eyes, and attitude. She skipped right over the awkward phase most kids go through and turned into a beautiful teenager. She used to make me stupid when she smiled.
Now, though? Christ, Chloe at twenty-four is something else. She's no longer a wild little girl or a self-conscious teen still growing into her changing body. She's all soft, feminine curves, comfortable in her own skin. Even with me staring down at her, she doesn't try to cover herself or shy away; she just meets my gaze, confident in who she is. And that is so fucking sexy to me.
"Jesus, Coco," I rasp, kicking my pants off. "You're fucking gorgeous."
"Jesus, yourself," she says, her gaze drifting down my body to the obvious tent in my boxers. Her tongue skates across her bottom lip before she meets my gaze again, hers full of hunger. "My fantasies have not done you justice."
"Guess we'll just have to replace them, then." I crawl onto the bed, desperate to get my hands on her before that look in her eyes has me coming in my boxers.
"Yes, do that. Definitely." She flings her arms out wide, a smirk playing around her lips.
I choke on a laugh, too amped up. My hand lands against her ankle, my touch soft. I watch her face, checking for any signs of discomfort. "Does it hurt?"
"Not really."
I lift her leg, placing my lips against the inside of her ankle. She shivers, melting into the bed beneath me. A soft moan tumbles from her lips as I run mine up the inside of her calf, all the way to her knee. Her skin is so fucking soft and smooth. Christ, I want to worship every inch of it.
I don't think she'd object, not with the way she's watching me like she intends to memorize every moment of this. I nip at her inner thigh before carefully placing her leg back on the bed.
"You tease," she groans.
"No." I run my hands up her sides, all the way to the lacy edge of her bra. "I fully intend to give you exactly what you want, but not before you're naked and dripping all over the bed for me." My teeth close around her nipple through her bra, earning a soft cry from her lips. "You don't get to rush me now that I finally have you where I want you."
"Fine," she groans. "Do your worst."
"As if I need permission." I do, actually, but she's already given me that. So I do all those things I've wanted to do for years. I run my hands all over her until she's trembling. Pull her bra off so slowly she threatens to murder me.
I push her perfect tits together, burying my face between them. A motherfucker could die right here and not regret it. But I'll be damned if I die waiting to feel her coming all over my cock.
I turn my head slightly, pulling one hard pink nipple into my mouth.
She cries out, back bowing from the bed.
I lick and bite until she's sobbing beneath me, babbling incoherently and tugging at my hair like she isn't sure if she wants to keep me right there or push me lower. I stay for a while, tormenting her while my hand drifts down her round belly. My fingertips slide beneath the waistband of her panties, sliding across her mound.
Jesus, she's bare. Nothing between me and her pussy.
"Trystan!" she shouts, shocked, when I twist the string in my hand, tearing her panties.
I flick my gaze up to her face, holding hers captive while I intentionally do the same goddamn thing to the other side.