Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 102903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
This isn’t just sex or me losing my virginity.
This is so much more than that.
This is a coming together in a way I didn’t even know was possible.
This is feeling like I’m connected with someone on all levels—body and mind and soul and heart.
It feels like love.
We don’t stop kissing each other as he starts to move inside me. He starts out soft and slow, but eventually, when I start begging for more and more and more, his pace turns into heavy, deep strokes of his cock.
And we don’t stop kissing until my body shakes with pleasure and I make myself pull away to watch the way his eyes change and his lips part when he climaxes deep inside me.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt.
And I’m more certain than ever that I’m not just falling for Dom.
I’m heart-deep in love.
34
Hannah
Wednesday, May 22
11:30 p.m.
Never did I think I’d be here, lying in my bed with Dom, completely naked and sated.
Six months ago, if someone would’ve told me that Ruby Cocklover’s first caller would end up being her boyfriend, I would’ve told them to go shit in their hat. For one, there’s no way I would’ve ever thought I’d take a job as a phone sex operator. And two, I certainly wouldn’t have thought I’d be dating the detective listening to my sex calls as part of a murder case.
But here I am. And man, does it feel like a dream. The best dream.
My head rests on his chest, and his arm is draped almost protectively over my shoulders. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat under my ear is hands down one of the most soothing sounds I’ve ever heard.
Goodness, I never knew this level of intimacy existed—the kind where you feel connected not just to someone’s body but to every part of them. With Dom, it’s like my walls have come crashing down, but not in a way that feels scary. It feels freeing.
It’s almost embarrassing how comfortable I feel, considering it’s only been a few days since our first official date. But with Dom, it doesn’t feel like we’re on some rushed timeline. It feels like we’ve just slipped into this natural cadence that’s always existed.
I let out a contented sigh, running my fingers lightly over the hard planes of his chest. The man is built like a Greek god—sculpted abs, broad shoulders, muscles that flex under my touch—and I’m finding myself tempted to touch him . . . all the freaking time.
Hell, I’m tempted to do a lot of things with him. And truth be told, I’ve been letting myself give in to every single one of them. Maybe it’s all the pent-up energy from the first twenty-five years of my life, I think sardonically.
“You keep doing that, and you’re going to have to give me a five-minute warning before you start anything,” Dom teases, his voice thick and still heavy with the exhaustion from our most recent round of sex.
I look up at him, my chin propped on his chest, and grin. “Five minutes? I’ve seen how fast you get worked up. I’d say two, tops.”
He laughs, a deep rumble that vibrates against my cheek. “All right, smart-ass. Let’s not forget who had you moaning my name so loud just ten minutes ago I’m pretty sure your neighbors heard. And they’re at least two miles away.”
My cheeks flame, and I bury my face in his chest. “I wasn’t that loud!”
“Oh, but you were.” He brushes my hair away from my face, and I peek out of one eye to see him smiling down at me with a teasing grin. “Hell, I’m surprised Sherry didn’t wake up and burst through the door wondering if Tony and Gibbs were in here fighting a suspect.”
Thankfully, my mom is sound asleep, and has been ever since we finished dinner and she found out Tony—a.k.a. Dom—was sleeping over.
“I was really that loud?” I eventually ask, my voice barely above a whisper and my face still hidden like a coward’s against his chest.
“You were,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Well, it’s all your fault, you know?” I retort. “You’re the one who acts like giving out orgasms is an Olympic sport.”
A chuckle vibrates his chest and tickles my ear. “Hannah?”
“Yeah?”
He tips my chin up so our eyes meet. “Hearing you moan like that is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I’ll give you orgasms all day, every day, if you promise to do that every time.”
I grin, my embarrassment fading. With Dom, everything feels so easy, so natural. He makes me feel like I can let go, like I can just be me in a way I’ve never felt with anyone else.
And that scares me. Because I know I love him.