Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 99967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
“Are you afraid of bears, Harper?”
“Every single day,” I confirm, nodding my head. “I have a phobia of being mauled and killed by a pissed-off mama bear.”
“I won’t let that happen. Besides, you hike all the time.”
“I know. But most of the places I hike don’t have grizzlies.”
“Black bears can be just as mean,” he says, and I scowl up at him.
“Well, thanks for that little nugget of wisdom. Now I’ll be on edge all the damn time.”
He’s so handsome when he smiles at me like this. Like he’s so taken with me, so smitten.
He loves me.
I about had an aneurysm when those words came out of that talented mouth last night. They were full of passion and truth, and for a heartbeat, I was terrified. And then a warmth I’ve never felt before moved through me. My heart ached but in a delicious way. In a way that told me this was a life-altering moment, and I fucked it up.
I wish I’d said it back. I wish it was easy for me to say it back. Because I do love him. I love everything about this man.
So why can’t I tell him?
“Blake?”
“Yes, baby.” He kisses the tip of my nose.
Say it. Just say it. It’s only three words.
I bite my lip. He’s watching me with those hazel eyes with gold flecks, and I chicken out. I move into him, press my face to his chest, and hug him close.
“I love you, too, sweetheart.”
Fuck, I’m an idiot.
“Are you okay?” he asks against the top of my head.
“Yeah. Just worried about bears.”
He smiles against my hair. “I’ll take your mind off that.” His hands roam down over my ass, making heat pool in my core. You would think that after all of the sex we’ve been having, I wouldn’t want to do it again. But you’d be wrong. “Have I mentioned that you look fucking incredible in these yoga pants?”
“No. I was fairly sure you hated them.”
He snickers and urges me back enough that he can kiss my lips. “I can’t keep my hands off your stellar ass when you wear these, sugar.”
“Well, you’re wearing that backward hat again today, so I’d say we’re even.”
He pushes his hands into my leggings, urging them down my hips. “You have the softest damn skin. Remember what I said in the room?”
“You said a lot in the room.”
He spanks my ass, and a sizzle moves up my spine. It looks like Ava isn’t the only one who likes a good ass smack once in a while.
“Bend over and grab onto that tree.”
“Blake, literally anyone could come down this trail. Your family. My family. A bear.”
“It wasn’t a question, Harper.” Gently, he guides my hands to the trunk and pulls my hips back so I’m exposed to him. “Christ, you’re already dripping wet. Does the idea of getting caught turn you on?”
“Not really. Mostly, you turn me on.”
He kisses my ass right over the spot where he spanked me.
“I like seeing my handprint on your skin.” He nibbles and works his way to the middle, and then his tongue is inside me, and all rational thought leaves the premises.
“Holy shit.” My head hangs down as he assaults my core with his lips, teeth, and tongue. Before I know it, he pushes two fingers inside me, and I come so hard that I see black spots at the edges of my vision.
“Good fucking girl,” he says, lapping me up, and then I hear rustling as I assume he pulls his shorts down. He guides the crown of his dick against my entrance, then pushes all the way inside me, and I gasp. “Am I hurting you, Harper?”
I shake my head.
“I need your words, baby.”
“You’re not hurting me. God, Blake.”
He starts to move, one hand planted on the small of my back and the other on my shoulder as he drives into me over and over again. It’s animalistic and so out of control for me, yet I fucking love it.
I’m having sex with the man I love in my favorite place.
Just that thought alone could make me come.
Blake grabs my hair and pulls me up so my back is against his front, and he kisses the ball of my shoulder before dragging those lips up to my ear.
“Whose pussy is this, Harper?”
“Yours.” I don’t even hesitate because there is no other answer.
“You’re already quivering around me. Are you about to come, baby?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Good. I fucking love the way your tight cunt squeezes my cock. Give in to it, my love. Do it. Go over for me.”
Christ on a cracker, his words, combined with how amazing he feels, shoot me right into the stratosphere. I don’t bother to be quiet as I come apart, and Blake follows me over, groaning and rocking into me until we’re both spent and panting.