Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Well…fuck.
My eyes fall shut on a rough moan as I lean my head to hers, holding her close. I have never in my life heard her utter those words, and now I want her to do it again while begging for me to put my cock in every single one of her holes. Hardly able to form words, I somehow get out, “First, warn a guy before that gorgeous mouth says things like ‘cock.’” Her lips turn up, all minx-like, and my cock grows even harder. “And second, my cock is always the MVP.”
She snorts at that, and once more, I flash her my teeth. As badly as I want her on my cock, I need to move her before I start humping her. I lock my core, send a prayer to the Big Man upstairs, and with all my strength, I lift her over my head.
Just call me Swayze, ’cause she’s my Baby.
Her giggles light me up as I do a small turn. I want to show off, but I also don’t want to drop her, so until I’m a bit more confident, my little twirl will have to do it. When my arms start to shake, I realize I need to up my arm days and slowly bring her down. I decide right then that I’ll be lifting Fable up over my head a lot, and maybe next time, she’ll be naked. I planned on putting her on her feet, but once more, she wraps her legs around my waist, and I don’t dare stop her. Instead, I skate around with her like she’s my own personal koala. She grins, gracefully moving her arms like we’re performing for a crowd.
I feel really good about myself, which is why I suggest, “We could do a sit spin.”
“We could.”
And we do, but instead of landing it, we fall in a heap of limbs and laughter. Our bodies hit the ice, and of course it’s unforgiving, but I welcome the pain. Especially with how hard she’s laughing. I look over at her as she holds her gut, her laughter unstoppable, and damn it, she’s so pretty. Her eyes are so bright, her lashes catching her happy tears. I have never seen someone as beautiful as her.
I don’t think I ever will.
She must feel me looking at her because she opens her eyes, and I ask, “You okay?”
“Fine,” she breathes, stretching out on the ice. “That was awesome.”
The ice is cold, but she has me so hot, the chill is greatly needed. I look down at where I hold her hand, and I hadn’t even realized I had grabbed hold of her. She threads her fingers with mine, and when I look up again, her eyes are intent on me. All I see is the girl I wanted so badly for so long. She’s just more beautiful—and thicker, in all the right ways.
Unable to handle the distance, I take her hand to drag her closer. She turns on her side as I do the same, and we’re facing each other, ignoring the bite of the ice. My need for her is great, so I reach over, cupping her face before trailing my thumb along her bottom lip. “Feel better?”
She nods eagerly, leaning into my touch. “So much.”
“You know you can unload on me,” I tell her, my eyes holding hers. “I’ve got you.”
Her voice is low as she whispers, “I haven’t had someone to unload on in a long time.”
“Well, things have changed, haven’t they?”
Her eyes sparkle as she nods. “They have.”
Her lips are beckoning for mine, and I need to kiss her. I slide my hand to the back of her neck, bringing her in close. Unlike before, though, she stills, her eyes widening as she takes a shaky breath.
I try to calm myself as I pull my brows in. “Do you not want to kiss me?”
“No, I do,” she says softly, her eyes falling to my lips for a full minute before she looks back into my eyes. “I’m just scared I’ve built it up more than it could ever be.”
Her words thrill me, and I feel my lips curve up. “Oh, princess, it’ll be more than you could ever imagine.”
I want to move, but something is holding me back. Unlike before, I don’t see heat in her eyes, more like fear, and I don’t know why. Before I can figure it out, she asks, “How do you know?”
How do I know?
Jesus Christ.
She looks so afraid, and instantly, fury fills me from within. Did someone make her think that she wasn’t kissable? That wanting her isn’t possible? Well, fuck that. I move my eyes from hers to her lips and back before I whisper, “Because this mouth…” I stroke my thumb along her bottom lip, the warm flesh making me wild. Her eyes darken before she arches into me beautifully, pressing those sweet tits into my chest. My cock presses to her stomach as my knee angles between her legs. Her legs entrap mine, and I almost come right there at having her so close. Her heat is maddening, and I want so much more, but I have to pace myself. I have to reassure her. “…was made for mine.”