Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
He reaches between us, finding me hot and wet and slick for him. He slips one, then two fingers inside, stretching and preparing me. The rhythm he sets has me bucking against his hands, the fire stoking higher in me again. I grip his shoulder to anchor myself because it feels like I could fly, I could soar, and this time I want him with me. He eases between my legs, widening me and slowly, perfectly pushing inside. We share a gasp; a breathy thing that wrestles between our lips. A sense of rightness spreads through my body as he possesses it. It’s a sweet invasion. I’m captive and willing and wanting.
“Oh.” That singular syllable is all I can manage as he fills me, thick and hot and insistent. The tightness of the muscles in his back and shoulders speak of restraint, and I don’t want that. I want him to feel what I do; out of control, winnowing, flapping like a kite that got away, taken by the wind. I reach behind him grab his ass and push him in deeper.
“Shit, Ni,” he mutters, burying his face in the pillow beside my head. “That feels—”
I do it again and again, thrusting up to meet him, aggressive and seeking. I repeat the action, feeding him my hungry desperation until he’s ravaging my mouth, his elbow hooked under my knee, pressing me open as wide as I can go. Slamming into me with animal force. Rocking the bed ferociously. The faster and harder he goes, the less civilized I am, reduced to grunts and gasps and clinging, clawing hands. Protections, rules, and inhibitions fall away like a molting skin, leaving us raw and exposed and new. He reaches between us and strokes me again before he comes, which sends me hurtling after him, tumbling together into this new ecstasy. More than forty years on this earth, and I’ve never felt anything like this. It brings tears to my eyes—not just that all this time I didn’t have this, but that all this time I didn’t have him.
And now I do.
He doesn’t leave me right away. Doesn’t roll off to the side and let in the cold. He stays with my legs wrapped around him, my arms hooking at his neck.
“I promise I’m not usually this clingy after sex,” I grin into the smooth muscled warmth of his shoulder. “I just can’t seem to let you go.”
“You don’t have to.” He dips his head, drops a quick kiss on my tingling lips before brushing wayward strands of hair away from my face, tenderness in his eyes when he looks down at me. “We’ve got all night.”
I nod, and the tears in my eyes slip over my cheeks. I don’t even bother wiping them away. I don’t hide. We wasted enough time because of things we didn’t say, didn’t share with each other. If we’ve got all night, he can have it all.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
touré
“Are you sure you’re okay with Niomi joining us?” I search Celine’s face carefully for any sign that she’s not being entirely honest.
“Am I fine having my idol all to myself for a couple of hours?” She grins and pops a blackberry into her mouth from the buffet set up for the Gospel brunch. “I’ll manage.”
“Not all to yourself.” I slice into my omelet and give her a warning look. “You have to share her.”
“Things must have gone well last night if she’s coming for breakfast.”
I open my mouth to reply, but she lifts a staying hand before I can.
“Please don’t take that as an opportunity to share too much information about your love life.” Her mouth twists into a moue of distaste. “We’re in a good place. Don’t ruin it.”
I flop back into my seat and hook one arm over the back. “And here I was prepared to give a blow-by-blow account.”
“I’d like to be able to look her in the eye when she comes, thank you very much.”
We share an easy laugh and both take a few bites.
“I just wanted to make sure it was okay that she joins us,” I continue. “Because I wanted time with you this weekend, and it felt like we didn’t get much of it.”
“Like I said we have plenty of time.” Her smile falls into a straight line. “Unless you’re going away again any time soon?”
“No.” I reach across the table to take her hand. “I’ll be home writing this book. It’ll give me time to figure out what I want to do in this next chapter of my life. I think I’m done with the road for awhile.”
She doesn’t reply for a moment, but searches my face. “Seriously, Dad?”
“Yeah, a few networks have actually approached me about my own show.”
Her eyes stretch and her mouth drops open. “Your own show? That’s huge.”