Total pages in book: 254
Estimated words: 240032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1200(@200wpm)___ 960(@250wpm)___ 800(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 240032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1200(@200wpm)___ 960(@250wpm)___ 800(@300wpm)
We groaned together, and I couldn’t help but hike up my hips, rubbing them up and down against the part of him that was right there. He said something that sounded like a curse word under his breath as his hands and arms helped me, grinding my center over his through our pants. I pulled back, trying to catch my breath, but he only gave me a second before demanding another deep kiss, with tongue and lips and clingy hands.
“This all right?” he breathed when we broke apart, his hands shifting to my thighs, where he lifted me up, rubbing me flush against his erection some more, up and down twice, like he couldn’t control himself.
I humped him eagerly, because I couldn’t either.
“Please,” I answered, wrapping my arms around his neck and helping him as much as I could as he kept doing it.
A whimpering moan tore from my throat as he grinded against my clit perfectly. His chest was a wall against my breasts, his muscles teasing my nipples through my shirt and bra. I kissed him even harder, grabbing a fistful of the back of his shirt as I moaned into his mouth more.
I worked my hips, pressing tighter against the length of his hard-on. His strength was beyond impressive. I wanted to hang on to him for the rest of my life. I needed to pull his shirt off and get my fill of that body I’d had to force myself not to ogle daily. Touch everything….
He groaned right against my ear. “You smell good when you’re sad, but when you’re wet? Fuck, Nina.” Henri sucked my earlobe between his teeth, and I almost orgasmed right then and there. “Makes me want to rub my face between your legs.”
That did it.
It was the easiest orgasm of my life. Pure ecstasy shot through my center, my thighs flexing and trembling around his waist while I rocked against him through my orgasm. I panted. I shivered. And Henri held me tighter to him throughout it, his forearm holding me up across my butt, his other arm at an angle at my back, our chests smashed together.
“Feel good?” he asked, grazing his lips down my neck.
I nodded almost dreamily, my muscles still flexing and spasming. “So good.” I lifted up in his arms a little, his erection long and hard between us. “So good,” I repeated, smiling, palming the back the of his head. “You’re still…. Want to set me down? Let me help you out?”
His lips brushed the length of my neck, and I felt him take a big, shaky breath. Felt him tremble. The huffy laugh he let out was shaky. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more in my life….” He kissed me under my ear, then found another spot his lips liked right beneath that one, and I arched my neck to give him more space. I’d pay him to keep his mouth on me.
“But?”
His arms tightened as his lips skimmed my neck some more. “But I hear two cars coming. We would have to be really, really quiet.”
I groaned, and he let out a husky, pained laugh.
“I know,” he grumbled. “Trust me, I know, but as much as I’d love to see your little lips spread—”
“Which ones?” I teased, feeling him tense around me.
His growl skipped my ears and went straight for my clit. “What the fuck, Nina?”
I couldn’t hold it in. I burst out laughing.
The sound of my phone ringing, for once, had us both freezing and looking around. I didn’t even remember carrying it in, or holding it, or anything, but the screen illuminated off the counter right beside the camper door. Instead of setting me down, Henri carried me over and handed it to me. Ema’s name appeared on the screen. I’d given her my number before she’d left with Duncan and Agnes.
“The kids are with her,” I explained before answering and hitting the speaker icon. “Hello, Ema. Everything okay?”
There was a moment of loaded silence that had Henri and me both looking at each other before a young voice said, “Nina, Duncan wants to go home.”
It was Agnes. Henri and I both frowned.
“Hi, Agnes,” I greeted her, still making eye contact with him. “Duncan wants me to come get him?” I asked, trying to figure that one out.
“Uh-huh,” she replied matter-of-factly. “Right now. I think he’s scared.”
I pressed my lips together and squinted at him, and he nodded. I highly doubted Duncan had suddenly learned how to say that much in the matter of a few hours, which only meant one thing: it wasn’t him that wanted to leave. And she called me. Not her nighttime nannies, not Franklin, not Henri. Me.
Probably just because of Duncan, but I was going to take it as a win.
She’d touched my leg, given me a hug, and called me all in the same day. I wasn’t planning on risking my life any more, but I could see the appeal if it helped me win over my favorite salty peanut.