Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
How is he holding himself together?
Because if he shoved his dick in me right now, I’d be ready and willing.
Stop overthinking it, Tabitha. Just enjoy.
My inner voice—that sounds a lot like Stephen—is right.
So I surrender to the moment. I kiss Henry back, melt into him. He slides his hands down and cups both my breasts. My nipples grow even harder, and I can’t help myself.
I deepen the kiss.
I shove my tongue farther into his mouth and let out a soft moan.
Will he keep his willpower in check?
I can’t help a small squeal of delight when he responds.
The kiss becomes raw, the way our kisses usually are. Our tongues twirl together, our teeth clash. He tweaks a nipple, and I gasp into his mouth as the sizzle arrows straight to my pussy.
He trails one hand down my abdomen and reaches inside my panties.
I break the kiss with a gasp. “Henry, I…”
Words fail me.
How do I describe how I feel when he touches me?
Like every nerve in my body just remembered it was alive.
Like I’ve been holding my breath for years and finally exhaled.
It’s not butterflies. It’s a wildfire hungry and all-consuming.
And God help me… I don’t want it to stop.
Not ever.
“You’re so wet, sweet Tabitha.”
I simply sigh in response.
Still, he stays gentle, using my own wetness as lubrication as he massages my clit.
I arch into him, try desperately to ride his fingers, but he stays put, his gentle determination nearly blinding me. If only he’d put one inside me, I’d blow like a volcano.
Please…
Please…
Please…
“You’ll get everything you need. I swear it, Tabitha.”
How does he keep reading my mind?
He drops to his knees again, removing his fingers from inside my panties and kissing me through the lace. “I could stay here always and smell nothing else, and I’d be happy forever.”
Oh, God…
This isn’t the Henry I know. This is…
I don’t know, but I’m loving it.
My whole body is loving it. I shudder, feel cool and then hot and then cool again.
He grips my hips gently and pushes the panties down.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
He flicks his tongue over my clit, and I can’t help myself. I grab his head of thick blond hair and push him closer into me.
Still he keeps going slowly.
Slowly.
Torturously.
He’s going to drive me to an early grave.
“Henry…please.”
He only groans…but then moves his tongue slightly faster.
Paradise.
Pure heaven.
I’m ready to come. Just a little more friction, a little more…
He slides his tongue down my inner thigh. “Mmm. Delicious.”
This is so…so…
“Henry…”
“Shh…” He exhales over the wetness on my thigh, making me shiver. “Enjoy it, Tabitha. I want you to feel every little thing I do to you.”
I’m feeling so damned much that I’m not sure which end is up.
And it’s not just physical.
It’s…
It’s…
He moves down my body again, gliding over my knee—which tickles just a bit—and then my calf and the top of my foot again.
Back up the other side—foot, calf, thigh…
Abdomen.
He avoided my pussy, damn him!
I feel so empty, like a cavern that is aching for light.
He moves up to my breasts, flicks both nipples with his tongue.
Electricity sizzles beneath my flesh. “Henry…”
“You’re so beautiful,” he sighs. “God, your tits.” He takes one nipple between his lips, sucking, tugging…
I tangle my hands in his thick hair.
I’m on fire.
On fire for him.
For Henry.
The man…
The man…
I can’t let the words form. I’m leaving tomorrow… He has promised me nothing…
But I’m ready. So ready for his big cock inside me. So ready for one of his hard fucks that completes me like nothing else.
He drops a nipple, sucks on the flesh of my breast. “Your body is perfect. So damned beautiful.”
My body…
My body is about ready to explode if he doesn’t get inside me soon.
But…
My eyes pop open. “This isn’t fair.”
He drops my other nipple and meets my gaze. “Not fair?”
I swallow. “Yeah. You’ve seen my body. You’re kissing my body, touching my body.”
“Is that a problem?” he teases.
“God, no, but…” I gasp. “I’ve never seen yours, Henry. Never seen you naked. It’s…not…fair.”
He slides one hand over my cheek and down my neck to caress my shoulder. “Soon enough. I promise.”
My nipples ache for him, but he leaves them alone this time. He begins walking gently back toward the bed until my knees hit the mattress and I sit.
“Lie down, amber.”
“Amber?”
He grins. “Those warm eyes, like amber in the firelight.”
“Oh…” Warmth spreads through me.
“Lie down,” he says again.
I obey. I lie on the bed, and I close my eyes and wait.
A moment later, I open my eyes.
He’s staring at me.
“Please,” I say. “I ache for you.”
“Quiet,” he says softly. “I want to remember you just like this. How beautiful you are.”
Remember me…
This is his way of saying goodbye…
My heart breaks just a little.
Stephen was right.
I love this man. I love Henry.
And he doesn’t love me back.
But he adores me. That much is clear. He wants me, maybe even needs me… At least for tonight. As the old song says, two out of three ain’t bad.