Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Heat bloomed low in my belly, a hunger I’d denied for so long I’d almost forgotten it existed. My hands slid up his chest to his shoulders, feeling the power contained in his frame. His kiss grew more insistent, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth with a groan that vibrated through his chest.
He backed me against the shower wall, the cool tile a shock against my heated skin. His hands mapped my body, rediscovering curves that had changed with motherhood, lingering over the stretch marks on my stomach with reverence rather than distaste.
“Christ, Lavender,” he breathed against my neck, “you’re so fucking beautiful.”
I pulled his face back to mine, drinking him in as the water continued to pour over us. His hands slid lower, lifting me slightly, and I wrapped one leg around his waist, seeking closer contact, needing to brush my clit over his cock.
“Bed,” I gasped against his mouth. “Now.”
He reached behind me to shut off the water, then lifted me completely, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me from the shower. We didn’t bother with towels, leaving wet footprints across the bathroom floor and onto the carpet as he moved toward the bed.
Knight laid me down with surprising gentleness, his body following mine onto the mattress. Water droplets slid from his hair onto my breasts and belly as he hovered above me, his eyes searching mine one last time.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of restraint. “We’ve been down this road, baby. I don’t have protection.”
I reached up to trace the tattooed lavender on his neck, the symbol he’d carried all these years. “I’m sure,” I whispered. “I have an implant, so we’re good.” I cupped his face in my palm, leaning up to kiss him again. “I want this. I want you.”
The last of his control snapped. His mouth descended on mine, hungry and demanding, tracing his hands over every inch of my skin. I arched beneath him, my body remembering his even after all this time, knowing exactly how perfectly we fit together.
“Can’t believe this is really happenin’.” Knight’s voice was rough, husky in the most erotic way.
He found my neck with his lips, trailing hot kisses down my throat as his weight settled between my thighs. I gasped as his beard scratched the sensitive skin, a delicious contrast to the softness of his lips. I explored his back with my palms, tracing new muscles, discovering scars I didn’t recognize, learning the map of the man he’d become.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” I whispered, arching as his mouth closed around my nipple. “So many nights alone…” I gasped. “I never stopped loving you, Rhys.”
Knight growled against my skin, the vibration sending shivers through my body. He gripped my hips, thumbs pressing into the hollows with just enough pressure to make me moan. “You’re my world, little flower. Have been since we were kids.”
Knight kissed along my belly, as he moved lower. I gasped, arching up to meet him when he neared my pussy. He moved farther down, urging my legs wider apart. I hooked my hands behind my knees and pulled my legs up as he slid his hand between us, fingers finding my pussy slick and ready.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Still so fuckin’ perfect.”
I writhed beneath his touch, desperate for more. “Please,” I begged, not caring how needy I sounded. “I need you, Rhys.”
His fingers worked magic as he circled my clit and tugged my lips gently, remembering exactly how I liked to be touched. I clutched at his shoulders, digging my nails into the tattooed skin as tension coiled tighter and tighter inside me. When he slid two thick fingers inside me, I nearly came undone, gasping his name like a prayer.
“Knight,” I gasped. “Now. Please.”
“Not yet,” he bit out. “Need to taste…”
When his mouth covered my pussy, his tongue plunging deep, his lips putting friction on my clit, I screamed, an orgasm instantly engulfing me. I welcomed the rush, let it flow over me, embraced the pleasure like I had when we were together a lifetime ago.
While I caught my breath, Knight crawled back up my body, settling himself in the cradle of my hips. He pressed his cock at the entrance of my pussy, his eyes locked on mine as he pushed forward slowly, stretching me in the most delicious way. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, the sensation overwhelming after so many years.
“God, baby,” he breathed, his voice strained as he filled me completely. “So tight. So fuckin’ good.”
He stilled once fully seated, giving me time to adjust, his forehead pressed against mine. Our ragged breaths mingled in the space between us. I thought he might move then, but he held himself still, breathing hard. We stared at each other. I couldn’t read Knight’s expression. He looked equal parts pained and enraptured.