Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Dean pulls in a breath to reply, but I cut in, “Wait. I’m not done. That’s an important part, but it’s not the most important part. The most important part is what I learned while hiding out in a stinky hotel room, thinking I might be about to die.”
My throat tightens, but I don’t stop. “I realized that I’ve been making a mountain out of a molehill. And that pushing away the kind of love I’ve always wanted, just because it showed up in a different package than I was expecting, would be the biggest mistake of my life.”
His gaze softens, giving me the courage to keep going, “I’m not scared anymore, Dean. I’m really not. I’m grateful. So grateful that the fog cleared, and I finally saw things clearly.” Twining my fingers together to keep from reaching for him until I’ve said everything that needs to be said, I add in a rougher voice, “Ava and Bella aren’t dealbreakers. They’re one of the best parts of the deal. I love them so much, and I love you, and I don’t want to move out or break up or take some time to think or anything else. I don’t need time. I know what I want. I want you, every part of you, and I just… I hope you want every part of me.”
He stands, moving around the table without a word.
He stops just a few inches away, gazing down at me with an expression I can’t quite read, until suddenly…he smiles.
He smiles, and the clouds clear, and I swear every happy pink blossom hovering over our heads lets out a cheer.
“I don’t just want you,” he says, wrapping his arms around me. “I need you. I love you more than I thought it was possible to love someone I’ve only known for such a short time.” His head dips closer to mine as he whispers, “I’m pretty sure I was made for you, Clover Cummings, and you were made for me.”
I’m so giddy with joy that it’s hard to stop smiling long enough to kiss him, but I manage.
Boy, do I manage…
I manage so well that a minute later, one of the old women by the space heater in the corner calls out, “Either get a room or get over here so we can get a better look at the show. I’m nearsighted, and Rosalie forgot her glasses.”
Dean and I pull back, laughing, and he lifts a hand in apology. “Sorry, I just—”
“You’re just in love,” the silver-haired woman in a massive sheep-print sweater cuts in with a good-natured flap of her hands. “But you look like the kind of people who have a place to go home to. I suggest you go there and enjoy each other in private.”
“Wise woman,” I murmur, squeezing Dean’s hand. “Think we have time before Elly drops off the girls?”
“If we run,” he says, grinning my way.
We run.
Dean speeds.
And just ten minutes later, we’re inside the house, kissing deep as we stumble toward his bedroom.
We make it as far as the hallway before he pins me against the wall, and I suspect we might be doing that “too desperate to get to a bed” thing we do so well.
And that’s fine by me.
Better than fine…
“God, I missed this,” I say as he kisses his way down my throat.
“Me, too,” he says, sucking in a breath as I shove my hands up under the back of his sweater. “Damn, woman, your hands are freezing.”
“Then, I guess you’d better warm me up,” I murmur, smiling against his lips as he kisses me hard again.
A beat later, I’m off my feet, clinging to him as he swoops me into his arms and makes quick work of getting us both to his bedroom and naked on that big, beautiful bed.
Then, his mouth is latched around my nipple as he fingers me into an orgasm that hits hard and fast—making me scream so loud, I’m really glad the girls aren’t home yet. Then, he’s on top of me, nudging my thighs wider as he grips the base of his cock, guiding it to where I need him so badly that I’m shaking with it.
Coming on his fingers and his mouth are both fantastic, but neither can compare to the bone-deep bliss of feeling him tunnel deep inside me, stretching my inner walls, easing the ache even as he awakens a hunger unlike anything I’ve felt before.
I am a shameless, starving sex beast with this man.
I am wild, desperate, some might say flat-out feral for his cock, and he doesn’t judge me for it.
He adores me for it, a fact he proves as he lets me roll on top and ride him with a feverish abandon that has us both grunting, panting, sweating, and cursing as we strain toward something so much more than release. This is communion, celebration, and the best thing that’s ever happened to my body by leaps and fucking bounds.