Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
She puts a hand on my chest and leans up to look at my face. “Logan, please… I know how you feel about me, but—”
She stops, and I ask, “But what?”
She blinks at me. “But it’s like I’m numb. For the past two years, it’s like I can’t feel anything. I want to feel again…”
She’s tracing her finger against my chest, and I suck in a breath as she drags her hand downward and then cups me through my thin shorts. My hips surge forward, and instinctively, I push Bree to her back and hover over top of her. I grind my pelvis against hers, and with a moan, my mouth almost touching hers, I warn her, “This doesn’t mean anything… we’re just blowing off steam… that’s all this can be.”
I see the hurt flash in her eyes, but then she nods. As soon as she agrees, I can no longer hold back. I lean in, and as soon as our lips touch, I’m a goner. The chemistry between us is undeniable. It’s a mashing of teeth, tongues sliding along each other, moans, and pure longing.
I pull back and search her eyes. “Are you sure?”
She loops her hand around my neck and pulls me back down to her. Her kiss is my answer. I cup her breast, but the material is in my way. I want to feel her soft body against mine. Quickly, I remove her shirt, shorts, and panties. She stretches out, arching her back, and I cup her full breasts in my hands. I pluck her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, and she gasps, pushing into it.
I suck her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around her. I move to the other one, and her hand slides down my body, cupping me through my shorts.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she moans.
I pop off her breast and pull down my shorts and underwear and then hover over her. She circles her hand around my girth, squeezing me, and I groan. Fuck, she feels good.
“What do you need?” I ask her.
She moans. “You… inside me. I don’t want to wait.”
I stare into her eyes. “There hasn’t been anyone since you… I’m safe.”
She nods, never looking away, and repeats what I just said. “There hasn’t been anyone since you.”
A part of me wants to scream because I still think about the man she kissed, but I know Bree, and she wouldn’t lie about something like this.
She opens her thighs and guides me to her entrance. “Please, Logan.”
Slowly, I slide into her. She’s snug and tight, wrapped around me, and I still, inhale deeply, and then enter her completely. I feel as if I have to pause and catch my breath. This still feels good. It feels perfect… like I’m home.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I moan.
Her hands go up my body to my shoulders. She bites her bottom lip and tightens around me, hooking her legs around my hips, pulling me deeper. I’m fighting the need for release, wanting this to last, afraid of what will happen afterward.
I take it all in. How her chest rises and falls with every hitched breath, the soft whimpers she makes, the way she’s looking at me under hooded eyes as if I hung the fuckin’ moon.
“Please… don’t stop,” she begs.
I slowly pull my hips back and then plunge back into her honeyed depths. Over and over, I pulsate into her, the only sound in the room our satisfied moans.
I kiss her again before sitting up. I look down at where we’re joined, reach between us, and press a finger to her swollen clit. I pull her hips onto my legs, going deeper inside her, hitting her at an angle that floods her pussy.
I stroke her clit as I pump into her, and the orgasm hits her hard. She squeezes me like a vise, and I come, shooting my seed deep inside her womb. I’m panting, eyes open, watching her, waiting for regret to show on her face, but all I see is pure satisfaction. I clench my eyes, hands hooked onto her waist, and lean my head back. “It was too fast… I—”
I let my voice trail off. I don’t know what to say, but I do know it all happened too fast. If this is it for us, there’s at least a hundred different things I would have wanted to do to her. I would have like to have tasted her one last time. Hell, I would have liked to have drawn it out for hours or days, and I still wouldn’t have done everything I want to do with her.
“Lo…” Bree says, shortening my name with her breathy voice like she does.
I unclench my eyes and look down at her wincing face. “You’re hurting me,” she confesses.
In an instant, I unclench my hands from her hips. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t…” I pull out of her and climb out of the bed.