Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 105697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
His hand dives into my shorts, taking no prisoners. When his fingers slip through the yearning I have for him, I lose my control and bob harder just as he pinches my clit. My body releases as if he’d demanded it. My name rolls off his tongue in a chant or a prayer, I’m not sure. My senses are so overwhelmed that up becomes down and left turns right, leaving me to spin in the ecstasy.
But with him deep inside my mouth, I swallow, my throat embracing him until his gifts run dry and he pulls out. Dragging me into his arms like I’m a rag doll. I am devoid of energy to think, much less function with any physical competency.
Curled on top of him, I close my eyes, my jaw hurting, and lying in the aftermath of our pleasure. My breathing is as uneven as his and not stabilizing anytime soon.
His fingers pull my chin up. My eyes follow, meeting his again. His lids are lower, dragged down from what we just did. He says, “Do you know how incredible you are?”
“No. Tell me,” I joke.
“You’re fucking amazing.”
I’m grinning, but laughing takes more effort than I’m capable, so I hum like he did earlier. Putting my head on his shoulder, I whisper, “You’re so amazing.”
Stroking my hair over my shoulder, he says, “You know what surprises me?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m surprised that I lasted as long as I did. That was so good, Sunshine.”
I feel the pride he’s instilled in me by finally lifting my hand anchored to the mattress and seeing the smile that looks like it’s going to be there a while. I say, “You know what surprises me?”
“What?”
I laugh. “That you know the theme song to Golden Girls.”
“Lots of time stuck in hotel rooms with no streaming.” He chuckles, then rolls me onto my back, hovering over me. “But do you want to know what really surprises me?”
Running a finger from his temple to his jawline, I say, “Tell me.”
He’s above me, looking as smug as a thief who got away with the crown jewels with that smirk on his face. “That you could keep from screaming my name.”
“That was a miracle.” I laugh too hard to keep quiet any longer. “Trust me, though. When we’re together for the first time, you’d better take me somewhere else because I won’t hold back.”
“I’ll take you to the moon and back, babe.”
I grin because I believe he will if he can. “The cottage also works.” Staring into those mesmerizing eyes of his, I add, “Or your fancy place in the city.”
Pushing my hair back from my cheeks, he kisses my neck and trails higher to my ear to whisper, “How about both?”
His sweet attentions have me closing my eyes and floating in the dream of us together like this more than tonight. “You got yourself a deal, hockey player.” Opening my eyes, I’m met with a sea of serenity seen in his. My heart squeezes, so I tighten my hold around him. I kiss him, wanting to hold on to this—the quiet and calm, the peace and tranquility—found in my arms.
This time, when our lips part and our breathing evens, I kiss his cheek, and whisper, “You can tell me anything, Daniel.”
The rough of his scruff grazes across my cheek when he turns to look at me again. He doesn’t say anything, but I see the tug-of-war in his eyes. Caressing his face, I say, “I want you to talk to me.” Our eyes are as connected as our bodies. “Will you tell me why you were upset earlier?”
CHAPTER 21
DANIEL
She’s an angel sent to save me. There’s no other way to explain why this perfect woman would have anything to do with a guy like me. I’m trouble. It’s always been that way since I was young. I heard that more times than I ever heard I love you.
I fought to be a good dad to Roman, rejecting everything I learned from my father because I knew there had to be a better way. I studied movies and read books when I found out Mia was pregnant. I’ve worked my ass off to be the dad he needs. The role model part is still a work in progress.
I can do the same now. I can be a good partner for her. Someone she can rely on and trust, most importantly. I want to be that man for Summer. But that means pushing past the parts of me that don’t make me a better man or boyfriend. Silence helps no one. I learned that from my mom.
So looking into her pools of blues where I can swim freely and be myself, I swallow down the fear of rejection, and reply, “The PR machine has started in on me.”
The knit of her brows is overshadowed by the concern floating in her eyes. “I don’t know what that means.”