Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 113270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
“Finally.” Her responding laugh is warm and amused like she’s enjoying this game. “He’s catching up.”
“Hey, I’m not slow,” I protest. “I thought we slept together three days ago, remember? Maybe it was more fantasy than amnesia.”
She laughs, low and genuine, and damn if it doesn’t go straight to my chest. “You’re something else.”
“Something good?” I ask, playing dumb.
“Don’t push it.”
For a second, we stand there, the air buzzing between us. She doesn’t look away. Doesn’t fidget. She’s confident as hell, and it makes me feel like I’m the one being measured here.
Finally, she steps into my space, close enough I can smell the faint citrus of her perfume. “Relax, Tad. I’m here because I want to be.”
“Good. Because I want you here too.”
Her eyes flick down to my mouth, and it’s the green light I didn’t know I was waiting for.
I lift a hand, slowly, giving her the chance to back off. She doesn’t. My fingers skim her jaw, cool skin warming under my touch, and she leans in like she’s been waiting for this too.
“You sure?” I whisper, because I have to ask.
She smiles, small but certain. “Positive.”
And then, we’re kissing.
Her lips aren’t tentative or testing. They’re direct and confident and hold zero hesitation. They move against mine like she’s claiming me, and all I can do is match her, meet her, let her set the pace until I can’t help but take over.
Her hands grip my bare shoulders, pulling me closer, and I slide my arm around her waist, anchoring her to me. The kiss deepens, heat sparking, and suddenly the whole day—the sheep, the fences, Randy’s nagging—falls away.
It’s just her and me and this insanely arousing fucking kiss.
Her mouth is firm and insistent, and I meet her with everything I’ve got—every ounce of want I didn’t know was still in me.
Her hands tug at my bare shoulders and pull me closer, like she wants every inch of space gone. I don’t argue. I slide my palm down her back, over the curve of her waist, fitting her to me until there’s no more breathing room between us.
She breaks the kiss just long enough to catch her breath. Her forehead rests against mine, and her voice is low and teasing as she says, “Is this what your fantasy had in mind?”
“Oh, Breeze. I’ve just barely started,” I whisper back, earning a small laugh that goes straight through me.
I kiss her again, and this one is slower. Deeper. The kind of kiss that makes the rest of the world vanish.
Her laugh is muffled against my mouth when I back her toward the hall. She keeps at me like she’s dared herself not to stop.
Her confidence is intoxicating.
By the time we reach the bedroom, I’m half undone. Her sweater’s in my hands, her hair’s loose, and her pulse thrums beneath my fingertips. She looks up at me—eyes bright, lips swollen, cheeks flushed—and something in my chest goes quiet.
She smiles like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. “You gonna kiss me again—or just stand there thinking about it?”
I answer with a kiss that’s rougher this time, a low sound escaping her throat as I press her back against the sheets.
The world narrows to skin and breath and the heat between us. It’s not frantic. It’s deliberate. A slow, hungry rhythm that feels like remembering how to live.
And for the first time in a long damn time, everything I’m fighting in the background gets lost because I can’t find my way out of her.
I remove her boots and clothes with methodical but quick precision before she does the same with my boxer briefs, and I have to catch my damn breath when I see her sprawled out naked on my bed. Her breasts move up and down with each panting breath, and her pussy shines with arousal between her thighs.
My cock is hard and jutting out from my body as I stare down at her, every cell inside me craving to bury myself deep.
She hands me a condom, and I laugh. “I love a woman with the prepared is best mentality.” She smirks, and I put it on and crawl over her body until the tip of my cock is pressed at her entrance.
I kiss her again, and the world dissolves away to heat and breath and desire. Her bare skin against mine and the way her hips move from side to side, desperate for me to push inside, feels unreal. I can’t remember the last time I let myself want something this freely, defenses down with no time spent calculating the risk.
Tonight, I’m not punishing myself. I want her too much to stop. Plain and simple.
I roll onto my back, taking her body with mine, until she’s lying on top of me. “Put my cock inside you,” I demand. Her dark hair spills over her eyes and pulls my mind deeper into ecstasy. It’s another layer to peel, another sensation to feel.