Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
“I like you this way,” she murmurs.
“What way is that?”
“Like you can finally breathe again.”
I huff out a laugh. “That’s exactly how it feels. Like my lungs can finally expand.”
The truth of it settles between us. It’s not heavy, just real. I pull her closer, drawing in her delectable scent.
Home.
That’s the only word that comes to mind. Not because everything is perfect, but because the foundation is solid. Even with all our differences, somehow, we fit together.
My mouth drifts over hers. There’s no urgency to the kiss, just the certainty we’re exactly where we’re supposed to be. And there’s no better feeling than that. Her fingers thread through my hair, and the world narrows to the warmth of her body and the trust we’re building.
With our lips melded together, Kia shifts until she’s able to straddle my thighs, pressing close enough for my erection to nestle against her core. The whimper she releases tells me she feels exactly how much I want her. No other woman has ever turned me on like this. Our connection isn’t just physical, it’s emotional as well.
It doesn’t take long for our kiss to deepen, turning hungry. Our tongues tangle until I have no idea where I end and she begins.
When she moves against me, slow at first, searching for friction, it sends a rush of heat through my veins. My woman is no longer shy about what she wants. Every movement is deliberate, her desperation growing with each one.
What we’re doing isn’t nearly enough to satisfy either of us.
The line between want and need disappears, replaced by the kind of urgency that makes restraint impossible. My hands slide from her hips to her ass as I rise, lifting her into my arms. She gasps at the sudden movement, her legs locking around my waist as her body molds to mine, leaving no space for doubt.
Her mouth grows more insistent as I carry her down the hall. Each step toward our bedroom feels inevitable, charged with the promise of what comes next. When she clings, fingers digging into my shoulders, I tighten my grip, holding her as if I have no intention of ever letting go.
I love how effortless this feels with Kia. The way our lives have seamlessly come together. There’s nothing about it that feels temporary. It’s solid in a way I can’t explain.
By the time we reach the space that has become ours, she’s breathless and needy, her body pliant beneath my hands. After setting her down, I draw her shirt over her head. Only then do I drop to my knees and flick open the button at her waistband, lowering the zipper with unhurried movements. Her hands rest on my shoulders as I drag the denim down her hips and thighs, peeling it away until she can step free of the material. When I glance up, I find her watching me. The softness in her eyes tells me everything I need to know.
I press my lips to her baby bump before rising to my feet. With careful hands, I turn her around and flick the clasp of her bra. The straps shimmy down her arms before the fabric falls to the carpet at our feet. I press a kiss to her bare shoulder and then bury my face in the silky strands of her hair, inhaling the citrusy scent.
“Look in the mirror,” I murmur. “And tell me what you see.”
Her gaze lifts to our reflection a few feet away. For a long moment, she remains silent, studying us.
“I see what it looks like when two people finally find their home,” she replies quietly.
She’s right about that.
My hands slide to her abdomen. “Know what I see?” I pause for just a beat. “My wife. My entire world. And the life we’re building.”
She turns her head just enough to meet my gaze, and the emotion shimmering in her eyes has my chest tightening. “You really feel all that?”
I brush my lips over hers. “I do.”
“I feel it too,” she admits.
“Good,” I murmur, resting my forehead against hers. “I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t.”
After I lead her to our bed, she sinks into the sheets, her hair spilling around her like ribbons of golden sunlight. Her body is open and unguarded in a way that quiets the restlessness inside me.
My wife.
Those words don’t rush in or demand attention. They simply settle inside me like a deeply held belief. An undeniable truth. In this moment, I don’t need to plan out the future, prove anything, or promise more than what already exists between us. I just need this woman, this life, exactly as it is right now.
Once her panties have been removed, I strip away my sweats and boxers, and follow her down to the mattress. I lie beside her, carefully mapping her curves with my hands. She responds to every touch with a sigh or an arch of her body, and each one pulls me deeper into the moment, anchoring me to her.