Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Shifting us so that I was lying on top of her, her face held between my hands as I stared down at her, I had a moment’s gratitude toward Tyson fucking Randall. Go figure. Without his illegal activities, I might not have ever met Eva, and it just didn’t bear thinking about.
Tilting her head to the side on the pillow, Eva asked, “What’s going through your brain right now?”
“I was just thinking that I had a reason to be grateful to Tyson Randall for being a thieving son of a bitch. If it hadn’t been for him, I might not have ever met you.”
Grinning up at me, she rolled her eyes. “Every cloud has a silver lining and all that, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to feel gratitude or any positive emotion toward that man. I like to think it’s a matter of fate and that we’d have bumped into each other at some point.”
Breezing my thumb over her cheekbone, I thought about what she’d said for a moment. “But that might have been farther in the future. I have you in my life now because of him.” Something else occurred to me. “I might have to kick Harry’s ass for not coming up with this plan at the beginning, though. I missed out on over twelve years of Eva Dawson.”
“Just set Laura on him, and he’ll learn the error of his ways,” she snickered, not entirely joking.
“Those two are either going to fall in love, or they’ll end up killing each other.”
Eva skimmed the pads of her fingers up my side, making goosebumps pop up in their trail. “So, are we okay?”
Dropping my head to kiss her softly, I murmured against her lips, “We’re more than okay, baby.”
I was just about to lift my head when her hand moved to the back of it and pulled me down as she deepened the kiss. It felt like it’d been months instead of just over a week since I’d last kissed her like this, and for a moment, it took me under until I remembered she was still recovering from her attack.
Pushing against her hand, I managed to lift my mouth a scant inch away from hers. “We need to stop, Eva. You’re still banged up and need to rest.”
Wrapping her legs around my waist determinedly, she pulled my lower half tighter against her own, leading me deeper into a place I had no business being right now.
“I feel fine, Joshua. Please?” she panted as she lifted her pelvis slightly, fitting my hardening cock perfectly against her heated center.
“The doctor said—”
“He said that I was to rest for seventy-two hours and gave you the timings to wake me up at. Nowhere did he say that, once I felt better, we couldn’t do this.”
What she was saying wasn’t a lie, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t scared.
“Why don’t we wait a couple more days until you’re definitely healed?” I suggested, biting back the moan that wanted to burst out of me when she ground up into me again.
“Because we don’t need to. Did you know that there’s been research into the effects of orgasms on pains caused by things like migraines and periods? I mean, I can’t say I’d want to do the whole period sex thing, but this could be the best thing for my head.”
I squinted as I watched her for any signs of this being some sort of bullshit, but I couldn’t find any.
“Are you serious?”
“Look it up online. I don’t know how they persuaded women to take part of it, but the research is all there.”
I’d love to say that I looked it up or that it was because it’d been medically proven to help with sore heads that I did what I did next, but I’d be lying. Leaning down, I kissed her, gently nibbling on her lower lip, and then sucked it into my mouth. When I couldn’t take it any longer, I lifted back up and tugged at the bottom of Eva’s t-shirt to lift it over her head.
“If you have any pain or it makes it worse, I want you to tell me.”
She was already reaching down for the waistband of my sweats, lowering them as far as she could with her hands and then pushing them down the rest of the way with her feet. “I promise.”
Once they were down and off my ankles, I reared up and pulled my t-shirt over my head and then moved to remove her sleep shorts with one swift tug. Falling on her, I had her ass in my hands, raising her pussy up for my tongue in the next instant, swiping between her folds, before moving up and circling her clit with the tip.
Her nails were stabbing into my scalp as she writhed beneath me. As she tipped over the edge, she dug them in deeper, tugging painfully at my hair as the strands got trapped between her clenching fingers. One wasn’t enough for me, it’d been too long since I’d tasted her, so I pressed two fingers inside her, seeking out the rough patch just inside her entrance that’d make her come again.