Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 84952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
His hips flex, pressing himself deeper—so deep that it can’t go any more.
“That’s all I can take,” I whimper, the pinch of pain so delicious that it almost topples me over the edge again.
“Just keep doing that,” he says through gritted teeth. “Oh, my god.”
The growl that follows comes from the base of his throat and is so gravelly, so raw that it flips a switch inside me.
I slam down on his cock and grind myself against him. His chin lifts to the star-studded sky when I work myself in a figure eight. I lift, I tilt, and I take him as deep as I can. And when he moans his release, his fingers dipping into the curve of my hip so tightly that I couldn’t stop if I wanted to, I find my release again.
“Hollis!” I shout, unable to contain the rush of pleasure coursing through me.
“Don’t stop.” He moves my hips up and down as he continues to milk the end of his climax.
His handsome features are even sharper in the shadows of the night. And to know the look on his face is because of me? That’s a high I’ve never imagined.
Finally, his grip eases, and his movement stops. He opens his eyes, and they snap automatically to mine.
The greens and golds are glossed over, and he looks as relaxed as I’ve ever seen him. It makes me wonder what he looks like when he wakes up in the morning.
“I did,” he says, still inside me.
“You did what?”
“I enjoyed the ride.”
I’m literally floating from how incredible this was. I more than enjoyed the ride.
“I’m glad,” I say, aiming my best smug smile at him.
I’m actually finding it odd that I have no regrets. Keeping my dress bunched up in my hands, I climb off him.
He jumps off the chair with more energy than I have and takes in our situation.
“You need to clean up,” he notices.
I nod.
He looks around and spots his jacket on the edge of the chair. He digs through his jacket, and something falls to the ground when he pulls out a tissue.
“This is all I have,” he says, handing it to me. “It’s new. I just shoved it in there this morning.”
“Thanks.” I use it to clean between my legs as best as I can. Then I drop my dress.
We get ourselves sorted in silence. But my attention keeps going back to the item that fell from his jacket.
Once I’m dressed properly and he’s shrugging on his jacket again, I walk over to the end of the chair and scoop up a delicate rose gold bracelet. There’s a tiny succulent on the band. It’s adorable and reminds me of something I’d totally buy for myself.
I watch Hollis as he smooths out his jacket, oblivious to what I’m doing.
“Hollis?” I ask, holding it in the air. “This fell out of your pocket.”
“What?” He spins around. His sight falls on the bracelet, and he stops moving. “Oh.”
I hold the piece in my hand. “What is this? It’s so pretty.”
His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. “Oh. Um …” He forces another swallow. “I picked that up this morning. I was in a store, and it was there. It wasn’t twenty bucks, I don’t think.”
My heart tugs in my chest as I watch him fumble over his words.
I grin. “I didn’t ask you how much it cost. I asked you why you had it.”
He narrows his eyes. “You ask a lot of questions. Does that ever stop?”
“Nope.”
“Good to know,” he says, his cheeks just a touch pinker than I remember them.
“Did you get this for me?”
He grins too. “Maybe.”
“Then why didn’t you give it to me?”
He shifts his weight from one foot to the other.
Is he … embarrassed?
Oh, my heart.
“It was an impulse purchase. You took the wine to the Landry’s, so I thought maybe I should bring something tonight for you.”
“But you left it in your pocket?”
“Well, you were already wearing one, and this one felt … stupid. You know what? I’m done answering your silly questions.”
He leans in to kiss me, but I turn my head and his lips land on my cheek.
“I want this,” I say, letting it dangle from my fingers. “Can I have it?”
He sighs against my cheek. I think he smiles too, but I can’t see him. “I bought it for you.”
“Then help me put it on.”
He leans back and takes the bracelet. With the care of a surgeon, he fastens it around my wrist.
“Look, it’s perfect,” I say. “How did you know?”
“You said you liked rose gold jewelry. And you’re going to school for something in landscape. Right?”
I nod, shocked he remembered—especially since I didn’t say those things to him.
“And you said you didn’t like expensive jewelry.” He smiles. “But I don’t think you meant fifteen-buck pieces, huh?”
My heart is so full. It was such a sweet gesture that I almost can’t stand how giddy I feel. I mean, I just had mind-blowing sex with the most divine man I have ever met. Ever. And two orgasms.