Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
I watch her as I fuck her. I watch the way her tits bounce with every thrust, the way her lips part as she groans my name.
I pick up the pace, my movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. I’m not just looking for a release; I’m looking for a way to get closer, to somehow merge our skin until there’s no line where I end and she begins.
"Look at me, Mia," I command.
She opens her eyes, her pupils blown so wide the blue is just a thin, vibrating rim. I see the desire and beneath it, an absolute, shattering trust.
I slam into her, hard and fast, my hands digging into her ass to hold her to me. She’s screaming my name now, her body beginning to tremble with the first waves of her climax. Her pussy clamps down on my cock, a rhythmic, milking pressure that nearly sends me over the edge.
"Come for me," I hiss, fighting to come. "Give it all to me."
She shudders, her entire body racking with a violent, beautiful orgasm. I hold her through it, pounding into her until I can't hold back any longer. I explode inside her, a hot, pulsing release that leaves me shaking and lightheaded.
We stay like that for a long time, the water beating against us, our hearts racing in a frantic, shared tempo. I slowly lower her feet back to the floor, but I don't let her go. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close, the steam swirling around us.
I pull back just enough to look at her. Her face is flushed, her hair a wet tangle, and she’s never looked more beautiful. The weight of what I’m feeling is too heavy to keep inside anymore. The jokes, the banter, the protective walls—they’re not enough.
I lean in, my forehead resting against hers. "Mia," I whisper, my voice thick.
She looks up, sensing the shift in the air. The humor is gone. This isn't a locker-room boast or a tactical move.
"I love you," I say, the words landing with a finality that shakes me. "I love you so much it scares the shit out of me."
The silence that follows is filled only by the hiss of the shower. I hold my breath, waiting for the rejection, for the logical reason why this can't work.
Instead, Mia smiles. It’s not a smirk or a polite curve of the lips. It’s a bright, genuine, soul-deep smile that confirms her feelings and tells me everything I need to know about our future.
She doesn't say it back yet, not with words, but the way she tucks her face into the crook of my neck and exhales a long, shaky breath tells me she's not running. Her fingers, still damp and pruning from the water, trace the line of my jaw before anchoring in the hair at the nape of my neck. I feel her heart slowing against mine, its rhythm smoothing out into something stable and sure. The steam is still thick, a warm cocoon that makes the rest of the world feel like a distant, unimportant rumor. Right now, there are no scouts, no trade deadlines, and no emergency room rotations. There is just this--the heavy, humid heat and the woman who finally decided to let me win.
"You're terrifying, Mick McLinden," she whispers into my skin, her voice muffled by the spray. "And somewhere along the way, you stole my freaking heart."
"And I’m fucking keeping it," I murmur, pulling her tighter. I can't seem to get her close enough. Every time I think I've got her pinned, I want more. I want to absorb her.
I reach over and finally turn off the water. The sudden silence is jarring, punctuated only by the heavy drips falling from the shower head and the sound of our mingled breathing. I grab a towel from the rack just outside the glass door and start drying her off, moving with a deliberate, slow reverence. I dry her arms, her back, the curve of her hips, watching the way her skin flushes under my touch. She watches me back, her expression open in a way I've never seen before. The armor is truly off, and the sight of her vulnerability makes that protective instinct in my gut roar to life. I have to touch her. I cup her jaw, sweeping my thumb across her cheekbone. She's watching me so damn close, like I'm a complicated equation she can't quite solve.
God help me, I want her looking at me like that for the rest of my fucking life.
She doesn't say a word, just grins and reaches for the towel, wrapping it around herself like it’s armor. I grab my own towel and do a pass over my hair, then her hair, because apparently, I’m one of those guys now. The kind who fusses.