Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 121210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
But since distancing myself from mommy dearest and my nothing-but-money-is-ever-good-enough dad, I’ve found that living that way wasn’t living at all.
I still had my doubts that I’d end up with one woman—but I guess I hadn’t met her yet. Josie Ellis is the kind of woman who changes the way you think about a lot of things.
I lay her down on my couch, her back pressing into the cushions, and open her legs. I sink myself inside her, bare for just a wonder of a moment to feel all of her. She lets me, and I imagine what it would be like to come inside her and make little babies of our own.
Surprisingly, it’s the opposite of scary.
I stroke once, twice, and then a third time, and her head falls back on the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard in my life. It’d be so easy to keep going, to let myself go inside her—but we’ve got a little bit to prioritize before we get there.
I know it, and I respect it. I haven’t even asked her to be mine. I haven’t even told her I love her—and I do. With my whole heart and soul. Nothing has ever felt so right.
“You feel so fucking good, doll, but I have to put on a condom.”
Her eyes pop open in surprise, almost as though she forgot I wasn’t wearing one, and I kiss the tip of her nose as I slip out of her. Her face fades at the loss, and I can’t wait another second to tell her how I feel.
“I love you, Josie.”
Her eyes are even wider now, rife with surprise and overwhelm, and I take the pressure off by pressing my lips to hers again. This isn’t a situation with pressure. This is a moment of open honesty and heartfelt affection.
I scoot back and slide on a condom before pressing into her again, and I go about showing her I love her with more than just words.
Because, the thing is, she tells me she loves me every day in the way she talks to me, the altruism she gives, the way she holds space for me to be myself even when it’s over the top or annoying. She’s the yin to my yang, and I don’t need to hear her say it to know it.
Josie loves me too.
She’s a woman of action and affection—a strength and depth of character I can only dream of having. She breathes life into me in ways I never dreamed were possible, and I want to be the same for her.
“Clay,” she says softly, a tiny fleck of a tear shimmering in just the corner of her eye as I love her with my body over and over again. I pull her leg higher on my hip to press deeper, to feel her more, and she gasps at the change before her eyes soften with warmth and pleasure.
I run a finger gently along the line of her chin and lift her mouth to mine, pressing the kind of kiss to her lips I imagine would happen between the angels way up in the clouds. It’s light and airy and somehow just as deep as all the aggressive ones we’ve shared before.
Her lips are gentle and so are mine, and a buzz takes shape in the bottom of my spine as we climb toward our climax together. I press myself deeper, my strokes growing harder and faster, but my eyes never leave hers.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her, studying the green intensity of her eyes like it’ll tell me everything I need to know about life and then some. Her irises are beautiful nets and webs, an intricate mess of tiny green fibers of all different shades, with a golden fleck just beside the pupil in only the left eye. A literal twinkle in her eye.
Right there. This. This is heaven.
“Come with me, baby,” I encourage softly. “Together. In sync. You and me.”
“Clay,” she exhales, a desperation in the sound of my name that makes me speed up—just a little.
In and out, in and out, the cadence just right, she builds and builds, and I stare into her eyes, our breaths mingling in the most impeccable combination. I have to fight against the intense pleasure that’s growing inside me, every nerve ending in my body ready for release.
But I won’t go without her. I refuse to go anywhere without her.
“I love you,” I say again, confirming it wasn’t an accidental slip of my tongue or a plea for confirmation. It’s a feeling, a need, a truth. I need it in the air, out between us, in the stroke of our bodies, and I need it out there over and over. “I love you so much, Josie Ellis.”
She moans then, and her body shakes and trembles as pleasure washes over her. Her head falls back and her eyes close, and I allow myself the release, too, cascading over the cliff and landing firmly in a whole new world.