Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
“You promise, you won’t push for umm … you know …”
Her timidness while trying to be direct is a strange contradiction, but I love it. It’s who Georgia is. Fire and reserve, overwhelming joy within a quiet presence, lust and innocence. She’s exactly the woman I need.
I press my forehead against hers. “I will never ask for more than you’re willing to give me, Georgie.”
“I still remember when I thought I’d hate you calling me that.”
“You don’t now?”
“No, now it feels good. It … Well, you only use it when you’re being really sweet and gentle with me, and I like everything about it.”
Before she says anything else, her sweet lips reach up and press against mine, shocking the hell out of me. Her tongue moves along the seam of my lips. I open them, waiting to see what she’ll do. Everything in me wants to take over, but I let her have control. Slowly she sucks my bottom lip into her mouth, running her tongue over it. I move my hand to her hip, keeping her close, but mostly to stop myself from ruining this moment and ravaging her like my body is demanding.
I groan when I feel her leg, raise and rest over my thigh. “Baby,” I groan.
“I want you to make this ache inside me feel better, Griffin. I want to make you feel better. Just because I’m not ready for actual sex, that doesn’t mean we couldn’t … um … do that, does it?”
I smile. “No, baby. It doesn’t. Do you trust me?”
“More than anyone in my life other than Nana, and that kind of surprises me.”
“I won’t let you down, sweetheart. You can always depend on me,” I whisper.
“I know.”
“Then, I’m going to touch you and show you exactly how to pleasure me with your hand. Does that sound okay?”
I watch as her pretty tongue comes out to moisten her lips. “Definitely,” she whispers.
I test her by bringing our mouths back together, and sliding my tongue against her lips, before trying to press inside. She gives me entrance immediately and her hands move against my chest. I hope she meant what she said, because I can’t stop now. There’s no stopping until I hear her cry out my name in complete pleasure.
I couldn’t if my life depended on it.
18 GEORGIA
I’m nervous as hell, but I want Griffin’s touch. If I’m honest, I want more than that. The trouble is, with the life I’ve led, I want to make sure I can trust what my heart feels. Griffin hasn’t ever done anything to make me feel like I can’t put my complete faith in him, but I’ve been wrong before. I can’t afford to be that way again.
His tongue is wreaking havoc in my mouth, claiming me just as powerfully as he has with words. His kiss is like nothing I’ve ever known could exist. Our tongues dance together, his strong and commanding, mine surrendering but hungry. I tense—but only slightly when I feel his hand move under his shirt and hold my breast. He had his hand there all night, but it was always through the blanket and the fabric of his shirt—never bare. This feels so much better. His hand is rough and calloused against my soft flesh and it makes me feel feminine and beautiful to surrender to his rough and virile demands. When he pinches my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, I gasp into his mouth. He tugs on it and my entire body jerks.
“Griff,” I gasp, feeling like I don’t have enough air in my lungs.
“I want to suck on your pretty little nipples. Will you let me, Georgie?” he asks as he pulls away from my mouth.
“Yes,” I wheeze. God help me, right now, he could do anything he wants to me, and I’d let him.
He sits up in bed, shocking me, but he shoves his tee he put on last night, so I’d feel safer while we were sleeping. Once he has it gathered, he yanks it over his head, throwing it across the room. My gaze is glued to his chest. He’s so beautiful. I start to reach out, but he stops me by taking the shirt I’m wearing and slowly lifting it—much gentler than he did with the one he was wearing.
“This will just make it easier for me to pleasure you, baby. Nothing else will happen than what you’ve given me permission to do. Okay?”
“I trust you,” I repeat, meaning those words down to the soles of my feet.
As a reward he kisses my lips again, a quick, sweet promise not to betray me. I don’t know how I know that’s what the kiss means—but I do. Maybe under normal circumstances I’d question everything I feel for Griffin and how soon those feelings have come, but I can’t. I won’t tell Griffin, but last night I had a dream. I used to dread my dreams. They usually tell me things that are bad, things I want to stop. Last night’s dream was different, though. It was of me in a hospital bed, holding a beautiful little girl with dark hair and blue eyes. Griffin was lying in the bed with us, kissing me and talking to our child. This man is my future. I may not be ready to completely give in, but my heart and mind have already surrendered to the truth that the two of us belong together and that one day he will be the father to my little girl—our little Sarah May named after Nana.