Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
I wanted to hear those two syllables tumble from her lips as she came.
I wanted to empty inside her.
I wanted to spend the rest of that day fucking her over and over again until I physically couldn’t get hard again.
And then, when my body gave out on me, I wanted to taste her. Lick her and suck her, feeling her pulse against my mouth.
I wanted to shower with her.
I wanted to fuck her again.
But really, I just wanted to keep her.
Before I knew it, I was riding her hard, driving into her with a desperation I couldn’t quell.
“Thea?” I rasped through labored breaths.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, “I’m okay. Don’t stop, baby. I’m close.”
An aching tension built, and I closed my eyes to delay my inevitable release. It didn’t work; the sight of her breasts bobbing with my every thrust was burned into my retinas. I bit the inside of my cheek and licked my thumb before dropping it to her clit. “Come on, Sparrow. Give it to me.”
“Oh, God,” she cried.
My rhythm never slowed and my release all but shredded my skin as it fought to find a way out. But there was no fucking chance that, the first time I had her in over twelve fucking years, I wasn’t getting her off.
Clenching my teeth, my thrusts got harder, faster, more frantic. Leaning forward with her leg still draped over my shoulder, I practically folded her in half, but she made no complaints as I drove in deeper.
“Oh, God, Ramsey.” Like a rubber band, my Sparrow finally snapped. Bucking beneath me, she pulsed around me while her nails scored my back.
And as I followed her over the edge, time finally stopped. There was no distance or years spent apart. We weren’t broken or beaten down by life. I wasn’t a murderer. She wasn’t a victim. No. In that bed, naked and drenched in sweat, we were just two halves of one whole, the way it was always supposed to be.
I’d be damned if I didn’t want to wage war with the entire fucking world—including myself—in order to hold on to that.
My heart hammered in my chest as I stared up at the ceiling. After Ramsey had moved my leg off his shoulder, he’d promptly collapsed on top of me, burying his face in the curve of my neck while he caught his breath.
I should have been smiling. I’d just had incredible sex with an incredible man, that resulted in an incredible orgasm.
Yet I was only seconds away from a full-blown panic attack.
What the hell happened now? Would he stay? Would he leave? Would he go back to hating me? Could I handle it if he did?
No. The answer was a resounding, blinking neon sign of No.
I was going to crash and burn in that bed if and when he lifted his head and he wasn’t my Ramsey again.
I could barely breathe under his heavy weight, but I made no effort to move out from under him. I wasn’t ready yet. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be ready.
His hips made slow circles as he began to soften inside me. Another minute and I’d lose him completely.
More panic.
What if that was all I got?
What if I’d seduced him into sex, tempting him with my body in a way a man could never refuse?
He’d called me Sparrow. He’d told me he’d always wanted me. He’d kissed me like he’d never let go.
But what if nothing had changed?
My breathing shuddered and he immediately shifted to my side. The loss was staggering, the reality unbearable.
His heart pounded in time with mine, and I wished like hell I’d been wearing my watch so I would have known how long I’d had him. It would have given me something to obsess about later when I was alone in my bed.
“What are you thinking?” he rumbled into my neck. “You’re so tense it’s freaking me out.”
Shocker. Ramsey could still read my body language.
“Nothing,” I choked out.
He gave me a squeeze. “Don’t lie. Whatever you’re thinking, just say it. I can handle it.”
I swallowed hard and then cleared my throat. “I guess I’m wondering if this is the part where you kick me out of your bed?”
His head popped up and his thick brows pinched together. “Not unless you want to fuck me on the floor.”
It was a joke—a funny one at that. But I burst into tears.
“Hey,” he breathed, rolling to his back and taking me over with him so my head was on his chest. “Easy now. There’s no crying allowed while I’m naked.”
I half laughed, half sobbed. “I don’t know what’s going to happen now, and I’m so damn scared you’re going to go back to pushing me away.”
“Would it work?”
My head snapped back as I peered up at him. “What?”
He tucked a stray hair behind my ear and trailed the tips of his fingers down my jaw. “Would it work? If I got up right now and told you to take a hike, would you actually do it?”