Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
"It was always on him, Tia," I murmur, pressing a soft, fervent kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Always."
"I know," she whispers. "If the press digs and finds out what happened, that's what they're going to find, Briggs. His shame, not mine. So, let them dig. If it means that you and your siblings finally have the same peace you've helped me find, I'm okay with that."
"I love you." I don't mean to say it, but the truth just slips out. I don't try to take it back. I fucking can't, not when I mean it as much as I do.
She jolts in my arms, her wide eyes meeting mine.
"I mean it, Tia," I whisper, holding her gaze. "I love you. And I know that probably scares the shit out of you. It probably feels too fast or like too much, but I can't change the way I feel. I love you."
Tears well in her eyes as she shakes her head. "It's not too fast. It's not too much." She chokes, her whole body shaking. "It's not, Briggs."
Jesus.
Is this…?
Is she…?
"I decided the day you came to Minneapolis that it wasn't fair to judge you for something you didn't do to me," she says. "I've been falling for you since. I'm not afraid of it, Briggs. I'm not afraid of you. The only thing I'm afraid of is what happens when I go back home without you. I…I love you."
I've waited my whole life to hear those words, not from just any woman, but from this woman. From the one who sets me on fire and settles me at the same time. From the one who owns me, body and soul.
And still, I didn't expect them to hit as hard as they do. I didn't expect them to feel like this.
I lift her into my arms, my mouth against hers in a wild kiss. She wraps around me, kissing me back the same way, like she needs my mouth more than she needs air.
I'm not sure where we're even going, not until I drop her on the sofa in the living room, landing on my knees in front of her. The angle is awkward as hell, but I keep kissing her, my hands running across her body.
She arches into me, mewling, frantic.
"Please. Oh, please," she begs.
I'm too far gone to go slow with her, not with her confession still ringing in my ears, not with it lighting me up from the inside out. Her leggings rip beneath my hands. So does her shirt.
She just sobs, arching upward like she's giving me permission to keep going.
My hands are shaking when I tug her panties aside, flipping her until she's sprawled around me, her legs on either side of my head. I need to taste her again, to lick and suck and eat until she's the only thing I remember.
"Briggs!" she screams, pulling fistfuls of my hair when I spread her open with two fingers and bury my face in her pussy. She's so wet for me. So fucking wet…
I devour her, running my tongue around her clit before dipping it inside her tight little hole. I slip it lower, running it around the tight ring of her ass.
She loves that, wailing into the room. She's shy about it too, trying to inch away from me, but I just tighten my grip on her, holding her in place, and do it again.
"This is mine too," I groan against her, flicking my gaze up to meet her eyes. "Don't hide from me, Tia."
"Briggs, I…I…"
"You love it."
"Yes!" she sobs, unable to deny it.
I reward her by doing it again.
She melts for me, pushing against me, begging with her body. I give her what she wants, spreading her wide to eat her until her little hole clenches and flutters around nothing, begging for my cock.
"Come on my tongue, beautiful," I croon. "Let me taste you."
She flies over the edge with a choked gasp, clawing marks into my shoulders. And fucking hell, I love everything about that. I want to wear her, want proof of this moment etched so deeply in my skin, I hear the echoes of her pleasure every time I see them in the mirror.
She's still coming when I yank my boxers down, dragging her off the sofa onto my lap. I bury my face in her throat, trying to get myself under control, but the truth is that I have none. With her, I never have. I've been desperate and obsessed since we met, and it's only gotten worse every day since.
"Ride me, sweetness," I breathe, sucking and biting her skin as I line up, pushing inside her tight heat. "Take us to heaven."
She fumbles weakly at my shoulders for a moment before her grip tightens, her thighs clamping around my hips. My head falls back on a loud growl, my stomach muscles contracting as she drops down, taking me all the way in one deep thrust.