Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
“Damn, but I want you badly.”
She bends her knees in response. “So take me. I’m yours.”
I don’t need an engraved invitation. Hands braced, I raise my hips and plunge deep, the feel of her slick channel clasping me tight in heat nearly sending me over right then. I grit my teeth and hold back, giving her time to adjust before I begin to move, picking up a steady rhythm with ease.
I make the mistake of meeting her gaze while thrusting into her, and emotions I want locked down rise inside me. We’ve always had an intense connection, and that hasn’t changed, but I have no intention of falling for her that way again. I know from experience it is a short distance to fall. The easiest solution?
I pull out and speak in a rough tone. “Hands and knees, princess.”
Her gaze darkens, and she complies immediately, treating me to the gorgeous sight of her sleek back, dark hair in stark contrast to her fair skin, and firm but rounded ass. My dick throbs painfully, and I use my knee to spread her legs wider apart, positioning myself behind her before taking her hard.
She moans as I possess her, the feelings swamping me as strong as before, but at least I don’t have to meet her gaze and have her see and know how much she affects me.
Gathering her hair in my hand, I anchor myself as I pump my hips in and out, my hard dick gliding through her as I move. I’m not going to hold out for long, and from the sounds coming from deep in her throat, neither is she. As I feel my balls draw up and my climax near, I slide a hand around her hip and glide my fingertips over her damp clit.
She gasps and begins a slow chanting of my name, her back arching and her body accepting of every slam of my hips, until my name becomes a prayer, and the prayer a scream as she comes, her orgasm triggering my own. I come hard, spilling everything inside me. Wrung dry, I collapse on top of her, her warmth seeping into my skin.
I am spent and done for. Not wanting to crush her, I roll off her. Her cheek is pressed into the mattress, her eyes closed, her breath coming in shallow gasps from her slightly parted lips. Acting on impulse, I lean over and press my lips to hers.
I feel her mouth curl into a smile. “That was so good,” she whispers in an exhausted voice.
I can’t stop the grin that hits my lips. “It was fucking fantastic.”
“When can we do it again?” she asks.
He laughs. “When you can take a normal breath.”
She giggles, her eyes remaining closed, that sated, satisfied smile still in place.
As I study her, I realize how deluded I’ve been.
I changed positions, thinking not seeing her face would keep me more grounded. Except I was wrong. Sleeping with her again pulled me in deeper, feelings I don’t want to experience again fighting to spring free.
Which means one thing. I am well and truly fucked. In more ways than one.
Chapter Seven
Summer
I keep up a healthy exercise routine, which is why it shocks me that Ben wore me out. I wake up the next morning to the sun streaming through the window in my bedroom. I pat the sheet beside me and find it cool, Ben obviously long gone.
I’m not surprised. I figure he didn’t appreciate being ambushed by a naked woman in his bed, and he withdrew in order to regroup. Too bad for him, I have no intention of giving him space, and in my tiny apartment, he can’t go far anyway. Not without me, as it is his job to guard me, night and day.
Not in the least bit discouraged, I head for the bathroom and brush my teeth. I shower and take a nice, long hot one, cleaning up with my favorite flower-scented body wash and shampoo. I pull on an easy floral dress, braid my hair, decide to forego makeup, and go to find Ben.
He stands at the window, wearing his black athletic pants and no shirt, sunlight, blue clouds, and the cityscape in the background. I drool at the sight of his muscled back and arms, and have an immediate memory of him taking me last night, his strong body covering my back, his thick cock bringing me ultimate pleasure.
I swallow hard, arousal coming to life inside me again.
I realize he’s dialed his phone and put it to his ear.
I step back to give him some privacy when he speaks.
“Hey, Ava.”
Ava? A spark of jealousy surges through me at the mention of another woman’s name and the fondness in his tone.
“I have bad news,” he says. “I’m going to have to cancel this weekend.”
I take his words like a punch in the stomach. He had plans with this woman? Is she the reason he wanted to keep his distance and kept pulling away? I pushed him into sleeping with me last night, and a wave of nausea takes hold.