Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 150878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 754(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 150878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 754(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
“It was always leading here with us, wasn’t it?” she asked breathily, her words slurred with passion.
I nuzzled her neck, rubbing my lips over her skin as I brought my hand under her T-shirt and cupped her breast. She moaned softly when I began rubbing my thumb over her nipple. It was always leading here. And I knew she didn’t mean to this ranch house at the end of the world, but here, us, limbs wrapped, mouths melded, moving together.
“Yes,” I confirmed. “Always.”
I pulled her T-shirt over her head, and then stared down at her naked breasts, shimmering in the candlelight. When I met her eyes, they were tender, her lips curved as she watched me, obviously pleased by what she saw on my face. It was always leading here. Yes. The phrase repeated, pounding through my blood. I felt the truth of it to my soul. And you couldn’t fight fate. We’d tried, hadn’t we? And yet here we were. Always meant always.
Emily was still looking at me, and I wondered if she too was having a hard time closing her eyes, needing instead to witness every second of this long-awaited moment. Keep your eyes open, my heart whispered. You’ve missed far too much already. “God you’re stunning, Em.” I wanted her to know that, to feel it. To understand that to me, there was no one more beautiful than her. There never had been. That truth had haunted me, even if I hadn’t admitted it to myself. But now it brought nothing but joy.
Her smile melted into a sigh as I lowered my face and licked at her nipple. I worshipped her breasts for long minutes as her pants grew louder and her hips came up off the bed, her core seeking mine. She ran her hands through my hair, her short nails scoring along my scalp.
“And you light me on fire,” I grated. Sometimes my instinct was to draw away from the burn, but fuck I craved it too. I was hot and throbbing again, desperate to feel her clasped around me, to make her mine. Finally.
That fate again, pulling, driving my need.
This—us—could only be destiny. It felt so damn right. A certainty, but also a return of some sort, a rewind that I’d never imagined was possible. How many times had I wished I could go back to those bright, beautiful days with her when life made perfect sense? It felt like I’d somehow miraculously managed to do that, even if this was the future, not the past, an astonishing paradox of time.
Our eyes met and held, expressions becoming serious as if we both suddenly sensed the intense gravity of this moment. I knew I did. And though the paradox was miraculous, it was also startling. And scary too because it demanded a surrender, and lowering my guard had never been a strong suit of mine. I felt a strange tumbling, a reeling inside as though I’d both snapped back into place and found myself in a distant land. I let out a breath and gripped her, her eyes softening as she gripped me back. The next kiss was slow and long, our mouths and tongues exploring leisurely even as my blood pumped swiftly and my heart quickened. I needed it, the pause, the anchor that was her mouth and her hands and the soft press of her skin. Needed to come to terms with this dreamlike reality after weeks of fear and hardship where hypervigilance was a necessity. Relearning how to sink into a moment and get lost in this newfound pleasure.
She met my eyes again, searching them before she smiled and flipped me over. I laughed with shocked surprise before she leaned up, a wicked smile tilting her lips. She took my hands and held them over my head. “Say uncle,” she said.
I laughed again. She’d known. She’d seen me overthinking, even here, even now, and she’d quickly put an end to that. “Never.”
She reached down and moved her underwear aside and then lifted, hovering over me so that my tip was just grazing her entrance. All thoughts fled and like the few intense moments on the chair, her mouth working magic on my body, I reveled in utter mindlessness. I could feel her wet heat and it nearly drove me wild. She did a small twist, pressing down very slightly so that I barely parted her folds.
“Uncle, Emily. Christ.” My words slurred.
She laughed, taking me slowly into her body, inch by inch until she was fully seated. I looked at the place we were connected, the sight making me impossibly harder, my head falling back on a moan, completely at her mercy. She leaned forward, and again, she took my hands where they still rested over my head and whispered in my ear, “I win.”